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day's lifetime
by Charlie Morgana sign should read: wine-tasters anonymous.
that would give them room to weave and roam
from street to street, dodging trams and cars.
all for the search for that perfect chablis
merlot, claret, boons farm, or rot-gut.
tomorrow arrives by 9:00, and they're in it;
awash in their heightened, elusive dreams.
moving like cockroaches out of a Kafka tale
and avoiding society's heels of desolution.
holding on to the gods of atlantis, they grin. 11/21/2007 Posted on 11/21/2007
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 11/21/07 at 04:29 PM "the gods of atlantis" (captured my muse)... may we all taste a newer wine before they plant us.... another wonderful read out of ya, Chaz! |
| Posted by Alisa Js on 11/21/07 at 09:28 PM This one is so funny and descriptive, yet so true.. aloha. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 11/24/07 at 06:11 AM How many we have seen on Elm down near the Records Building, shadowing our footsteps with a slight wave of their handheld cap and a humble suggestion to contribute to their dreamy reality. Such a delicate and judgmentless comment speaks your gentle soul. |
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