| Muses Review - Poetry - Winter 2006 |
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| Anthony Liccione Poet from Texas |
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| From: "Anthony Liccione" To: "muses review" Date: Sat, 21 Jan 2006 17:09:23 -0600 ---------------------------------------- Lunch With Mr. Collins by Anthony Liccione Source: Back Words and Forward (2005) It's always no time to read and rush, rush, rush after I've washed my hands and prayer- just a notch to eat my boloney and rye, defeating the sense of purpose to why I bought his read-while-I-eat book in the first place. He always sits in my locker with ink still fresh on untouched pages, peering at me though dust, desiring to teach me different hemispheres of thought and notion: of how the moon reflects a bitten cracker and Beethoven orchestrates a barking dog. The what, I heard he found under Emily Dickinson's nakedness. But rather, it's fold of a newspaper missing sections and the greasy-screen television nomadic with the operas and dramas of Oprah, it's the giggle of gossip of who slept with who in the receiving department, and that same downward clank of a can of Coke on a couple of quarters- and the last breath of wings bleating zeros from a sinking horsefly in the sink. It's the shift manager across who keeps shifting his eyes from the time clock to me to his sandwich and wrist of hands almost perfectly aligned to the minute, all the while a pierced-face girl's cigarette is half past twelve, and fifteen minutes spent to no intention. --------------------------------------------- *Published in Big Tex(t), Baby Clams Press, Laura Hird and Ygdrasil Journal. Why Anthony Liccione wrote this poem: I am a big fan of Billy Collins' work, and have been following him for some years. Although I have never dedicated a poem to any famous figure, this would be my first dedication to a writer I at most admire. As I enter the poem, I contrast to the reader, what I do for a living, and what I would rather be doing with my time. I switch the roles from your everyday, normal people you would see at your workplace, to the time lost in ignorance and the monotone wearing away of repetitious lives. Finding myself struggling in the same degeneracy. ------------------- Editor's rating: (not yet rated.) Readers' rating: (not yet rated) ----------------- Imprints by Anthony Liccione Source: Back Words and Forward (2005) When I was young, I thought I was invincible, knowing all- all-powerful. A youth with blood of blue. I thought living was a shiny penny spinning continually on a golden axel of a distant sun. Then time came slipping as sand through glass, and I saw a moon centering my palm- fingers tracing ego left behind bones of a morning rain. When gravity overpowered and pulled down the passing traffic lights of age, a stained copper penny stopped its murky twirl. On the head of Abraham encrypted red blood I read, In God We Trust 1968 ------------------------------------------- *Appeared in Scrivener's Pen and Liquid Muse Why Anthony Liccione wrote this poem: I remember when I was 21 years old, and how I thought I knew it all. But as the years passed, looking back I can see how foolish and naïve I was. Life is always a learning process, even what I know now will never be equal to what I will know in ten years. Youth into age, I compare time to a simple new penny spinning, thinking myself better than God and that I don't need him in my life, when the penny evetually does stop, there's God's name on the penny and the year of my birthdate foreshadowing that I am getting older in need of God. -------------------------------------------- Editor's rating: (not yet rated) Readers' rating: (not yet rated) |
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