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pome for the impaired
by Charlie Morgan
you can read it too. it is not long.
or difficult, you know, hard.
your eyes will be robbed of Mtv hotties;
as visions behind them make thoughts occur.
be stiff-necked, like God called his people
one time. then He let us kill His Son.
the pome is about a good man who died.
starved of man's love to an early death.
as you close the pome, scene-changes hang;
crows on a broken, barren tree branch
silhouttes the heavy humidity, dragging skies
of who will read it next, see it differently.
in some i have pictures, you know, to help you along
where the grey spots of apathy thrive, unchecked.
rather, i'll not write the pome that you won't read.
04/23/2008 Posted on 04/24/2008
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 04/24/08 at 03:45 AM Great last line, man. Like a steel door slamming shut at a hundred miles per hour. |
| Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 04/24/08 at 04:51 AM I just love "grey spots of apathy thrive, unchecked"...sooo true! MFS |
Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 04/24/08 at 06:21 PM
ooooh soolaimon
what have you done to me?
this pome is far out fabulous!
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