Francie Lynch Poems

Peak experiences are now
Flashes of allusions;
The universality thing,
But not spiritual or metaphysical,
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I'll not be wanton with fecundity,
Nor superfluous with beauty.
I'll provide between the images,
Not breathless by the finish.
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Imagine a house
On a hill. I asked.
What sorta hill. She replied.
That's it.
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Begin with my skin,
White, hairy and thin;
Ignore the colour, and
I'm one with all others.
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I'm a born mourner;
Not a whimperer,
Or whiner;
Don't cry for me,
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There was a young lad
Lived next door
In his parents' basement.
We saw the flicker
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I've been at hundred of funerals
Standing beside Fathers
Soon to be posted to Peru
Or to missions for black African babies.
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If you should hear me
Say 'Ave, '
Don't presume
You hear me pray;
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Your smile foretold
I'd screw-up this poem.
We had foresight then,
And anticipation
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