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fingers don't lie
by Charlie Morgani lie. people lie. i'm lieing right now.
but a bargain with my fingers, and well!
wonder what words i type? they don't
resemble the ones that left my head.
a string of zeros is waiting the order
of the ones, twos, threes, and so on;
so glad Indians had nothing to do that day.
each time i send my fingers on a journey
i am apt to end-up where Brahmagupta lived.
he would be so old, he wants no visitors
i'm sure. i imagine i'm him, he's pleased.
the click of the keys are one with Plato
as their noise is still living a half-life;
still able to be of quantum form, inchoate
and yet very much of meaning, of essence.
04/28/2008 Posted on 04/28/2008
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/29/08 at 12:21 AM The fingers definitely have it in this one, pulling the reader in to a refreshingly new sensory experience. And what an appropriate signing off in that last stanza also. |
| Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 04/29/08 at 04:50 AM Just keep on clicking...this road takes us everywhere. MFS |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 04/29/08 at 04:41 PM There IS substance in what is said, more-so than thought, less so than action, but a powerful wallup in these strung-together letters and definitions. Way to capture this, Charlie!!! |
| Posted by Alisa Js on 04/29/08 at 10:58 PM What an interesting one you have penned here, Charlie. This one certainly gives the reader food for thought... alisa ;-) |
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