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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=535569" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Expostulations Of The Child-Man, The Pope In Italian Miniatures - A Mystery</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The pope in Italian<br>exclaims, 'Bring me! '<br>and the echoes bring to him<br>his bounded wants.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The pope in Italian<br>twirls his fake mustache, hides behind curtains layered <br>thick, plots the Blessed Virgin tied upon the tracks, his <br>dramatic rescue of Her, the imagined headline, Greatest Of Popes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The pope in Italian<br>embraces a Statue of St. Micheal when the<br>guards are not looking, whispers the hour of<br>the deed, pleads for advancement of the plot.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The pope in Italian<br>blesses conspiring shadows in mirrored tiles reflecting back, the <br>guards pretend not to notice his continual muttering, the halting gait, <br>the concealed silk handkerchief purposefully dropped, they wink at each other.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The pope in Italian<br>drunk with authority privately erases Sacred Texts with <br>a child's thick pencil, pardons his large fines for overdue books, <br>cancels the Vatican subscription to Mystery Magazine. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The pope in Italian<br>questions Michelangelo 'of hammers, of stone and nakedness, <br>the heart of the matter, ' whistles when the Artist answers, <br>and looks away, fingers crossed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The pope in Italian<br>wears a black beret, feels his tragedy, <br>'another fig in hand, ' refills his goblet, <br>calls for a clean ashtray, another pack of Gauloises.*</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The pope in Italian<br>feeling frisky, ice skates, holds high<br>his brocaded robes revealing the boyish legs, white, <br>they are so white, like necks of swans.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The pope in Italian<br>dreams again he is a young<br>bomber pilot dropping heavy kisses<br>backed up in the bomb-bay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The pope in Italian<br>hides sullen behind the Golden Chair, carves his <br>initials there, the fateful date in Roman numerals, and <br>QUID EST QUOD OMNES PEGGY LEE (Is that all there is, Peggy Lee?) .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The pope in Italian<br>refusing all sherry before lunch, will not walk past the tapestries, <br>'The unicorns hate me, ' he whispers, suspicious, bitterly so, <br>reminds himself, 'Stop trying so hard.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The pope in Italian<br>tries too hard, resets the Grandfather Clock of Ages, counts <br>the coins of childhood, forgets time, the ancient schemes, and dines<br>outside disguised as Saint Joan of Arc in Flames.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The pope in Italian<br>stands very still, Romanesque in Night's central fountain, <br>goes unnoticed but for the corners of his mouth <br>bleeding verdigris, and the faint smell of smoke.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The pope in Italian<br>practices his hands in the dark, genuflecting, blessing, <br>rehearses the pertinent Charlie Chaplin scene alone, the worn<br>piano roll in his head unraveling before the hastily scattered Host.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The pope in Italian<br>spies the 'end run, ' tries his hand at cards and whiskey, <br>bets the entire assembled Holy Guard in full dress 'all the <br>Church's gold and then some' on a run of Jacks.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The pope in Italian<br>turns the last page in the Papal Chapel, licks chapped, broken lips too long <br>at prayer, the votives sputtered at long last, feels his way out backwards, <br>steps upon the last crack and the Madonna's back is finally broken.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">**Famous French unfiltered cigarettes known for their strong tobacco flavor.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">***Venus of Eryx', from Sicily, brought to Rome, she embodies 'impure' love, and is the patron goddess of prostitutes</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Warren+Falcon">Warren Falcon</a><div class=q>
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The pope in Italian
twirls his fake mustache, hides behind curtains layered 
thick, plots the Blessed Virgin tied upon the tracks, his 
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