John F. McCullagh

Gold Star - 4,504 Points (09/28/1954 / Flushing)

Patti Smith, By Maplethorpe - Poem by John F. McCullagh

The shirt is borrowed, as is the tie
All else is mine to give, no lie.
Like a sweet symbiont song
I am true word and true chord.

Immortal here I seem to be-
Forever young, forever free.
You took me with your S.L.R.
Exposed for all the world to see.

Though it seems I would undress
And though it’s true my hair’s a mess
I’ll go no farther- what a shame
I’m stuck here in this picture frame.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 31, 2010

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 16, 2010

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