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By the way, firefly in Italian is: La Lucciola.
Lo's latest blogsite, "Season of the Goddess," can be found at http://logallucio.blogspot.com.
Happy summer di tutti. Merci to Karen.
MEMORIAL DAY I might have stood with my Mother
on Sparks Street cheering the veterans of
just and unjust wars
march past,
weeping for my Dad who died
jaundiced in the infirmary of society
not on the opera bloodied battlefield.
Instead into the cold confines of Two days ago Caravaggio’s dead Madonna
film spectacle to see young Scandinavians
wrestle with writing and go mad,
jumping into the cold cobalt sea
off
in crimson cloak crossed my mind as a Reiki healer
pulled my ear lobes. The church rejected
her because she was so heavy and lifeless,
daring to lie there dead,
not asleep for ascension’s sake--
That day I left behind my watch and black wrist band. the badboy of the Renaissance who loved his sword To be today, not to be seen, to swear allegiance June 10, 2008
Strange, he’d made me undress--
and put his head into Goliath’s -- eyes bulging
with crazed fury, held by David’s victorious angelic fist.
to something else.
Lo Galluccio
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