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Show Thomas James Cianciolo Ill, known to one and all as T.J., is from New York State. T.J. graduated with high honors from the University of Utah, with a B.S. in Behavioral Science and Health. He stays busy in various community activities and school committees while also reading, playing tenor sax, hiking, fishing, backpacking, working with children and writing short stories or poetry. T.J. is planning to do an anesthesiology residency with possible work in chronic pain managment or critical care. T.J. 's motto "A beer, a blonde, a 'B' average • and you die a happy man." EYE SURGERY FUTILITY The radio claims that the storm has died. As sunlight dries the tears, Mrs. Van Loon stoops low and gently scoops Crawling, writhing worm·meat. Peripheral they call it, Since sides are for enemies The eye is round. A stone blue black planet turns, Round, In circles. From the concrete, still soddened with water, Cool as a graveyard slab, They roll and squirm in the warmth of her hand. A gnarled knot of slime. The merry·go·round, People rising and falling, Like painted horses round and round, Feeling-depression, joy, One after another As the day follows night. She ponders each red cylindrical threat, Then gently lays them down. Amid shafts of green they dive into night, Flicking their tapered tails. But one, He tires of games, Always there seems to be A loser. She journeys onward in search of others, To save from savage Ra. But there are too many for one savior. An impossible task. Blinders for horses? His road is only forward, A one way street. Behind is gone, Choked in clouds of dust. In the wings people are jeering And cheering. Alas, he has gone deaf Because sides are sideways. His eyes are planes, One dimensionally seeing, The road is only straight, His fist begins to close Over planet earth. Feel it? The unyielding sunbeam crescendos. Ra snickers at her plight. She rescues another globular mass. Awaiting the next storm. Both poems by T.J. October· 1982 Before haircut for medical school interviews. Dear Valley Spring 1983 T.J. CIANCIOLO "Whose afraid of Leroy's Biochem test Monday? Do I look worried?" "Eat your heart out Greg Lund!" ( 23 |
