Xavier
By waldemar
Wed, 29 Sep 2004
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In a Greek pudding bowl
Lived a pistachio'd geezer
Who mistreated his donkey
And inspired me
To buy a smooth, solid, ebony piece
Of local pottery
He looked like the moon
In its Islamic guise
So for reasons mistrion
I thought of 'Isaac's chin'
And we decided
To open a pub bearing the same name
I entered a sprint
On the day of that Prince song
Reclining, with relief
In my shaven armchair
Studying my methods pedantic
And seeing in words only kindling
Then I stopped, suddenly
Considering with careful headaches
The joys of the sky and the microchip
And flesh, not celluloid but solid
Enraptured, and studious
I gave thanks to almighty God
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