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sum of meparts
by Charlie Morganin the land of the disrememberers
we have those who are flashing.
on, off like the stars seem to;
in fact stars know the secret,
they are winking at the moon.
so while the shivers of the timbers
rattle our dinosaur jaw-bones,
pulling teeth for examination,
i shudder, seeing the morgue
do the same to me one day.
then, i'll have more time;
i can loll, let the doctor
do her work, cut me open,
seeing what made me tick
and what made me stop.
by then i'll be an experience;
out of body for me a job
for the medical examiner.
my check will come by Jesus,
hers will come from the county. 10/02/2008 Posted on 10/02/2008
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 10/02/08 at 05:32 PM *chuckles* Geeez Chaz! still laughing What brought this one on?!? May that payday be many a day away my friend! (Pure selfishness on my part) You can't be done writing great earthy poetry yet. Jesus and I can enjoy them just fine from down here. |
| Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 10/02/08 at 05:55 PM Or you can donate yourself to one of those plasticized "Body" exhibits! (Just a morbid idea...) MFS |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 10/02/08 at 06:10 PM I wouldn't let it shudder you now, you have a LOOOOONG time before that happens. And here's the deal - I doubt you'll care by then. Hehe. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 10/02/08 at 07:33 PM Ah yes, the switch. We all have one it's just a matter of when it goes from off to on. We we start of thinking of that day. Once it comes on I'm not sure it can be turned off. Maybe that is why Allisforgotenshimers was invented. In any case you've written all over it and quite well. So stick around a while and pick up the pen. Then write some more my friend. |
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