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hold on tight
to aire is human
a cliche’ dropping
like a lead balloon
no sense in riding the
fence or being fenced in
can’t step on the crack when
you rise above circumstance
you didn’t click your heels thrice
shall I cut you loose to watch you
fly the friendly skies to infinity and
beyond what dreams may come in
different shapes and sizes you up
as head in the clouds oblivious
walking on air you step down
the stairway to heaven and
catch your breath waiting
to exhale a collapsed
iron lung contraction
if you only had a
heart of stone &
ruby slippers
Photo by Lauren Randolph
for One Shoot Sunday
Gerald the Writer 
>Excellent intentional infusion of woven cliches. Very well done and the shape of the poem is cool too, kind of like a bell curve turned on its side. "fly the friendly skies to infinity andbeyond what dreams may come in"Fine work.
>Amused me greatly. Well done.
>That photograph was full of suggested cliches, somehow combined into something new and non-cliche-ish. You did the same thing with your poem.Before we should co-publish a volume entitled "Tales from the Ruby Slippers."
>love all the play on OZ and the shape of the poem too…and the whole concept of head in the clouds…oblivious to the ground beneath…the gravity of life has a way of bringing us back to ground level a sometime….bkm
>i think i'm just going to go delete my poem…i was totally uninspired. this is brilliant! love it!
>ha this was a delight to read jerry, nice fresh plays on so old one liners…shapes up nicely as well…
>Love how you have woven from one to another… creating an interesting form from the depths of sarcasm.
>Form follows function and you skewered it with this one. Those legs are a whiter shade of pale, too.
>Yes Jerry "fly the friendly skies to infinity and beyond" cool
>Nice form & great poem my man!
>"a cliche dropping like a lead balloon"that's just good stuff right there :)great poem.
>So so good!poetic vacuum