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at least i'll have proof
by Charlie Morganwhat is more relentless: my answering machine
"beeping" an intonation of being wanted by someone.
perhaps the sweet, yet sad message that a rich uncle
has died and left me millions of dollars--doubloons.
or the white noise that goes with a Cosmos that's
still exploding-out hundreds of thousand feet per second.
yet, what if it's me that is making the noise; mayhaps
the gears're grinding down, slowly dismantling this frame.
and i'll find this in the gutter, wet and crumpled: weathered.
i would bet i'm the only one here, to write and read this. 12/10/2008 Posted on 12/10/2008
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 12/10/08 at 11:05 PM This site is great for "proofing" a life. At LEAST the work is read, and next, delightfully commented upon. Mayhaps, someday, fodder for publication. Who knows? All in all, Charlie, your writing speaks VOLUMES for your insides, which, by the way, are lovely. P.S. I love your "noise". |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 12/11/08 at 05:18 PM Well, waterproof would be useful, and bullet-proof if you think your engine's shot - you're too playful for your own good Chaz, but you won't hear me complain :) |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/12/08 at 04:09 PM I will listen for you today, Charlie. I especially enjoyed the answering machine aspect. |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 12/13/08 at 04:59 AM Yeah, Chaz, I've got a few gears grinding myself. I've also noticed somehow the little silver tinsel that lingers in my hair long after the tree is put away has multiplied. At least you just hear some persistant beeps instead of a ringing or humming... and I bet you, too, I'll be reading your words as long as my spectacles will magnify them enough to be legible if you uncrumple them and hold them further out than your arms can stretch... ;-D |
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