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the human condition
by Charlie Morganparticular; that's how we feel.
in a circle,
music playing,
we chase the one empty chair,
becoming a wedge of woe for barter.
we slice life into decades
though we deliver pizza pies
to the neighborhood, world,
til' the hungry child is fed.
to bed is sorrow;
a mouse hole grins
with its darkness,
keeping the spiders company.
05/22/2008 Author's Note: it's been claimed i write heavy[too heavy] pomes w/out any explanation...so here goes: this is my stab at a succinct perspective of our human condition, some ills brought on by our own need to be selfish, our own need to be "blinging", noticed[seen]ref: the one empty chair...a mouse hole grinning is to say that in the darkness/recesses of our own mind is the balancing of ego, we always have to be right...and so our internal secrets are as scary as the proverbial spider syndrome...inside th pome i refer to slicing life into decades, well we do the teens, twenties, thirties, working etc. and feeding the hungry child is each and every one of us pusuring his/her dream peace, charlie annnd middle not least is the wedge of woe for barter line, by this i mean we are all Daniel Websters selling our souls to the devil, ahhh, that would be every day, ok?, we're tawkin' everyday! much peace, charlie
Posted on 05/22/2008
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Laurie Blum on 05/23/08 at 03:06 AM You know, I got the main gist of this right away. Although I throughly enjoyed your explaination too! |
| Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 05/23/08 at 05:37 AM I like this yet find it a bit dark...here you go inspiring me to write something again! MFS |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 05/23/08 at 04:37 PM Dark but sadly accurate. Only we, collectively, can change it, and I just don't see it happening soon enough. |
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