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civility's sandstorm
by Charlie Morgansharded words, slicing as they go by
bring a nitrogen's weight, dressed
as helium-light, like an arrow soars.
(do you have to be so mean? sarcastic?
well, i've tried regular, imperative
English, that doesn't seem to work.)
leaving bloody feelings all around,
to be swept-up, tossed at the end.
a Sisyphean urban legend-vanishing.
we talk thinking we're Flaubert and
the world is Madame Bovary, Madam.
we make music so the stars can dance.
the world is Aldonza, not Dulcenia.
blinking off, on like a lonely firefly.
thinking we're Don Quixote, we move on.
mans' trust of fellow man: eroded
like a Gobi sandstorm on Bactrian backs
eyes, not faint of touch, strength.
09/29/2008 Posted on 09/29/2008
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 09/29/08 at 09:54 PM Oh so true, common courtesy not so common these days you have hit the perverbial nail on the head and I love the literary references sprinkled throughout...smh |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 09/30/08 at 03:31 AM Once again, you freaking rock. |
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