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... forty cents ...
by Charlie Morgan ... forty cents ...
... and the operator says 40 cents more for the next
3 minutes and it's not gonna take that long
to say goodbye.
... forty cents, a penny a word, a lire per uttered
line, a sheckle per syllalble, a krugerrand
for each tear dropped.
... once two, once one, once a mosaic, now shattered,
splintered, sharp edges searching
for something to cut, watch it bleed.
... a mist of memory lane--did it happen?, was it real?,
am I a figment of someone's un-imagination now
that miles and no-smiles keep the distance?
... was I real?, her?, it? 09/24/2004
Posted on 09/24/2004
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by John Ilotan on 09/24/04 at 11:05 PM I like the feel of this, it gets your attention, touches the heart. "a krugerrand for each tear dropped." great line.
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| Posted by Maria Terezia Ferencz on 05/29/05 at 02:20 PM so sad our world where even our pain costs....is anything free anymore? |
| Posted by Jean Mollett on 09/25/06 at 10:58 PM Hi Charlie,
Great write. Yeah, it sure does bug ya when the operator does that. Even when your talking to your Love. Then if ya don't in a hurry, ya done lost it anyway. They keep it up or your're diconnected. |
| Posted by Jean Mollett on 09/25/06 at 10:58 PM Oooops, disconnected. |
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