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a Mexican and me

by Charlie Morgan



he washes cars, rather
he dries them.
don't know his name
he doesn't know mine.
he's a Mexican, but more;
i'm a White guy
in a Siverado, but more.

we're locked in this world
of Nameless.

i wash heads, rather
i dry them.
so much soggy mush
recrement from
years of self-satisification,
decades of looking for X
and for their own value.

two bucks is is our
conduit of touch
as i pass thru
his world
only to go
to mine;
different, but slightly.

05/23/2005

Posted on 05/23/2005
Copyright © 2024 Charlie Morgan

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Maria Terezia Ferencz on 05/23/05 at 06:33 PM

What a way of looking at it....in the moment it takes to hand over 2 bills, 2 worlds come together for a moment and then break apart again....interesting

Posted by Jeffrey Parren on 05/23/05 at 09:50 PM

okay cHaZ, here comes one of my wacky, "where the heck did jeff think of that?", comments...if you think of you and the mexican on the same spot, ie the start of the day, point A we will call it. this all occurs on an x axis, you go your way, which is up progressively (approaching (1,1)), the mexican goes his way, progressively down (approaching (1, -1)), obviously the directions are merely an illustration, both you and the mexican's directions of existence are possible to go in the direction up or down, interchangeably, but in my example you both must be on opposite sides...as you both approach the same destination of the day the car wash point B(2,0), you have completed an oval of progression until your paths have crossed...after you exchange moneys and the transaction is complete, you progress downwards towards (3, -1) and the mexican upwards to (3, 1)...you have thus created an image much exactly resembling the symbol for infinity, and this possible intermingling and interacting and progression of existence happens for most beings, infinitely, so for you and the mexican both may never come to the same point again, yet both of you will come to the same point again with another entity, and will continue on, for infinity, even passing death, the final resting place will also give birth to new crossings of existence, forever, and thus your poem is a tiny example of infinity...your poem will be everlasting, not only because of what it represents, but because it does it so well...~JPP

Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 10/15/14 at 11:40 PM

*****eternally stellar*****

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