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A swarm of chattering Monkeys flying In a twilight sky, Somewhere between Green treetops and the And a white wash Of high thin clouds. In a vision twisted, Bodies bent, and The strange proportion Of arms and legs Masked by the movement Of wings. And I think these are The devil’s cherubs Distortions of human form, Not faces, but near-faces, Profiles in caricature, Dumb and unintelligent. Under a sunset sky where Only monkeys fly and I try to communicate Walking in circles with A hobbling gate and Exaggerated gesture. Gesticulating with Motions only near-human, That these beasts Know nothing of force Of lift and drag and Cannot possibly fly.
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Doug Tanoury, grew up in Detroit and still lives in the area with his wife and three children. Doug has been published in Writer's Digest, Ego Flights Alura Quarterly and A Year On The Avenue (Two Dog Press). Online he has been published by The Pittsburgh Quarterly, Eclectica, Poetry Magazine, Agnieszka's Dowry, Recursive Angel, The Astrophysicist's Tango Partner Speaks and others. The greatest influence on Doug and his work was the 7th grade poetry anthology used in Sister Debra's English class: Reflections On A Gift Of Watermelon Pickle And Other Modern Verse, Stephen Dunning, Edward Lueders and Hugh Smith, (c)1966 by Scott Foresman & Company. Athens Avenue Poetry Circle at: http://www.geocities.com/Athens/6915/ |
