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i was born a liar
by Charlie Morgani woke up in a Gabe Ricard story;
felt like i was on a train,
clackety-clack, clackety-clack.
"ticket please," concuctor said.
i told him i was in a dream;
he muttered and went on by.
still punching tickets for others,
at least those not in the dream.
those that were, looked around.
where'd you get on? each asked.
when Gabe rolled over onto his back;
i stated, i been in his dreams before
and while they may be treacherous;
ain't they fun, exiciting? curious.
a nod was what i got in return.
'well, i don't have time to banter
so, talk to him then come back.'
several said okay. others mumbled.
they were expecting a stretch of lies.
i said i was a liar; i's lieing then.
they wiped the slobber from their chins.
let me know when the train stops.
all scampering to get off this ride.
i was standing-upright in my dream.
longing for Gabe to finally get here,
finish his dream so i could get off
and leave; a place where the dead live. 02/18/2009 Posted on 02/18/2009
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 02/18/09 at 05:35 PM Another great story. Very descipive and real. Loved it. Awondrfuk read for sure |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 02/18/09 at 06:01 PM Be careful about catching up with Gabe. You've already picked up his style. What comes next but living in a one room flat somewhere and never quite knowing where that is? Good write. |
| Posted by Colleen Sperry on 02/18/09 at 06:08 PM wonderful write |
| Posted by Nanette Bellman on 02/18/09 at 11:02 PM let's start with the title, aren't all men? just kidding Charlie. and Gabe should be honored. you truly wrote him well, atleast i feel you did. |
| Posted by Rhiannon Jones on 02/20/09 at 03:46 AM Hey, I wake up in Gabe Ricard stories, too! |
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