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when i say Mexican
by Charlie Morgan...i'm not being malicious, mean or ornery.
just putting into motion what Hector taught me:
that Mexican is a fair word, just don't use it wrongly.
like when you're spitting. when you are sick of news.
or when your highschool daughter dates Gary Lopez, a boy you like.
then the glasses become wiped clean of all gained grime of sixty years of white.
gary hugs me hello, hugs me goodbye. how can i not like that?
a Platonic relationship formed right before my eyes, a pair of friends.
shoulder to shoulder to shoulder we walk him out, hops on his Harley and flames off.
we visit more, sharing stories that a 32 yr. old tells of highschool days/daze.
me mine: 50 yrs. ago. same place: earth. different time, different circumstances.
gary will see me when i won't get to look back. he'll bear my pall and casket also. 09/03/2008 Posted on 09/03/2008
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 09/03/08 at 05:58 PM Ha. Badass. That first stanza in particular. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 09/03/08 at 06:12 PM Wow. The glimpses through your windows always leave me inspired! And what an honor, to bear your pall. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 09/03/08 at 08:04 PM As always quite a write. We so often make our judgements and then think. Our background seems to point the way right or wrong. Very well done. |
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