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neverending
by Charlie Morganit is a sentence that goes on forever,
running on through tomorrow;
lassoing indian summer's, northers,
the bullet that hemingway loads in '57
for that trophy african elephant, or
in '50 while he's penning an imaginative
spirit called old man and the sea...and a
different bullet that he loaded that spring
afternoon in '61 when he suicided, he cut
the tie-line to simple sentences; since,
we drift
periods. needing. closure. semicolons tired from
carrying the weight of a fool's idea; see?, still
it goes on never turning to see what is laid aside
as truth, fiction, arrested for crossing paths
creating fretful worries, maybe, maybe not, you say
good argument i say, [nice adversary!]still my head
bobs like an apple at the country fair because still
i drift
10/08/2007 Posted on 10/08/2007
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Timothy Somers on 10/09/07 at 12:20 AM You took me there... Thanks. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 10/09/07 at 04:01 AM Hemingway was one of my very favorite authors when I was in high school and beyond. I think I've read almost everything he ever wrote including his poetry. This again has brought back many memories. Nice write! Thanks. |
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