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which weighs more
by Charlie Morganmy empty stomach growls its discontent;
peristolsis tossing oceanic acid to & fro.
but these poetic, life-draining thoughts,
made of neurons weigh as much as my stomach.
i can carry one; both: too heavy. sleep & food.
let me eat & sleep my cares away. let me smile.
Rip Van Winkle i want to be; supine, asleep.
clouds come and go, i roll from side to side.
soon the world will be where it once started
and i'll grab a seat o' life then; until, then
i'll sleep, dream.
lightly walk by. 09/18/2008 Posted on 09/18/2008
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 09/18/08 at 04:28 PM "my empty stomach growls its discontent;
peristolsis tossing oceanic acid to & fro." Excellent, excellent imagery. Very nicely done, sir. As usual. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 09/18/08 at 04:56 PM Ohhhh, the choices we poets make! :-) Sweet write, dear Charlie! |
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