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all day-long it's been night
by Charlie Morganopening the dawn's crack a little wider,
i get my head all the way into tomorrow;
kids playing in tomorrow. i can now rest;
there will be a tomorrow; Sartre can rest.
Samuel Butler's job was similar; a straightner.
jailing people who are plagued with weakness.
1984 has come, dropped it's baggage; split.
1860 Erewhon too, baggage-free still moves.
bent-down, we scratch the surface's surface,
content ourselves with at least having tried.
sandstorms of lessons whirl, holding brass rings
awaiting the happiness that rides with movies.
03/04/2008 Posted on 03/04/2008
Copyright © 2024 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Keith McFarlane on 03/05/08 at 03:38 PM chaz, I suppose I won't completely understand this until I do some supplemental reading (one more for the infinite reading list...), but i like the stanza "bent-down, we scratch the surface's surface,/ content ourselves with at least having tried." My very cursory understanding here is that (esp. in the context of the two great dark vs. light satires mentioned) we (individuals/humanity) continually lay cobblestones in the path to understanding, bequeathing the unfinished road to the next generation, and it's all we can do, and it's sufficient and hopeful. I'm sure I'm a few hundred feet off the target, but I like it much in any case. Good thinkin' and writin' my man. |
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