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lonely world
by Charlie Morganseems a guy like Gabe is taking tickets;
he slinks in, cigarette in hand, smoke
coiling noiselessly around and under
his left eye-the one with a patch.
my boxcar is filling up: people with
chickens, goats, small pigs, ducks;
kids, separated by being handlers
of perishable goods: meat and flesh.
i'm only brain matter on the hoof;
a man, sacrificed to the Knowledgeable.
so as i see the chasm, still it is
too far to the other side, complacency
takes a seat by me, crosses his legs
and sighs with me; both knowing
that i made this choice, this life
could've been a different boxcar, riders.
could've had a prositute share my bed;
could've been an addict of lesser things;
could've been a man, alone, no future;
an ounce is measureable to a pound.
04/13/2009 Posted on 04/13/2009
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 04/13/09 at 04:45 PM You really do have a way with words. Your images realy make this piece more storylike- i really liked the reference to "Mr Gabe" (I wonder who that could be?)The next to last stanza said it all! good write- like always! |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 04/13/09 at 04:47 PM PS- it truly is a lonely world, filled with lonely people! |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 04/13/09 at 04:59 PM I love the last line "an ounce is measureable to a pound" you leave in our minds, in a lonely world where gifted writers are ticket takers (bet his eye patch is that favorite poem he just can't part with)... trying to figure out if that ounce of your own want/need - can't do without it- and we're looking at our watches or measuring the distance to the end of that ounce in a foot, in an hour.... lovely Chaz. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 04/13/09 at 06:24 PM If Gabe is taking tickets then you are the train carrying us all into the words you piece together so we all know where we are. Good write! |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 04/13/09 at 07:25 PM It's a pretty popular train, I'd suspect. Great work, and I'm honored to be cameo. |
| Posted by Alisa Js on 04/16/09 at 07:47 AM Hello again...sometimes I wonder about the sense of it all, living I mean.... alisa |
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