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you probably want my twin
by Charlie Morganwaking to a morning of "I am
therefore You are", i stretch.
i sign the sun's permission slip,
he'd been away for two days.
i am a wisher; a well is all i need.
well, not all; quarters, nickels, dimes
should fall from the sky. dropped.
errant birds flying-by look back.
even on this long laborious walk,
i find myself taking short steps.
wondering will i ever get there?
hoping i may not ever get there.
Monday ants with red tail lights;
follow the pheromones crawling past exits,
looking for their downtown nest.
spend the day doing ant chores.
it was another Gabriel Ricard story,
he colluded with Robert Bloch; in the
corner was H.P. Lovecraft, stirring
the caldron: steaming, bubbling.
they had an old man cornered:
music coming out of a box;
the old man was confused.
how did the band get in?
he kept repeating,
i'm the shorter twin;
the taller one is home,
living without me.
09/15/2009 Posted on 09/15/2009
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/15/09 at 06:26 PM Ok, I think the word "brilliant" works well for this poem. Well developed, it makes me chuckle, and look for the gathering crowd around your storied words. Thank you, thank you... |
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