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i could be
by Charlie Morganfinding a lost item, i pocket it
and run rapidly to the next block;
carrying my booty and my worries
into the horseshoe of oblivion.
making all the tomorrows accept me,
cajole me to keep my nose grinding;
before long, an ice age perhaps two,
i'll be a wildebeast, pig, human?
dancing once again across the knee
of some grandpa, the lap of a mama;
mayhaps i'll be a man from Beijing
daring not to utter what i think.
09/17/2008 Posted on 09/17/2008
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alisa Js on 09/17/08 at 10:48 PM I enjoyed this one, Charlie.. aloha..;-) |
| Posted by Keith McFarlane on 09/18/08 at 07:23 AM Ah, the glory and curvature of human recycling :) -- and reflections on perspective. Make sure the class reads this one and internalizes the various messages here. Fine stuff indeed, chaz. |
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