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it could be
by Charlie Morgannow could be that perfect time;
maybe the planets are aligned?
maybe i awoke in a doppleganger?
yesterday could be today, tired
and not finished, but here, still.
the cab driver nods to get in.
i enter the seat, swallowed in time.
and my armour hangs on a limp-will,
one that would rather talk about it.
a don't walk sign i've taped on my back,
alerting those with bad eyesight to read;
and still i'm bumped roughly and often.
the ride will stop; we'll egress smiling.
our peripheral vision playing catch-up
as we adjust our pants for the ride home.
or we'll walk city streets, tissue-boxes in hand;
looking for funerals to attend, mourn for the
lost-living who step from a Robert Bloch novel. 11/14/2008 Posted on 11/14/2008
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Meghan Helmich on 11/14/08 at 06:22 PM i had to look up the robert bloch reference, but in hindsight, wonderful choice! the word play is fantastic, chaz. and adjusting our pants..it's all so very vulnerable and familiar. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 11/14/08 at 06:28 PM Ya, I especially liked the pants adjustment reference. It brought a touch of blatant realism to this. Right at first, I expected this to go in a totally different direction, but where it ended up going was perfect! |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 11/15/08 at 05:18 AM "swallowed in time" - uuuhhh... I'm gonna have to use that somewhere. Do I have your permission? What a ride you take me on with this one, Chaz. How observant your vision... probably because you are such a dedicated writer. Don't you think it sharpens your vision, makes you notice even more? Thanks Charlie. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/15/08 at 05:56 AM You and I should go on a road trip sometime. The arguments alone would be worth it. Brilliant write. |
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