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me to be me
by Charlie Morgani am alone. all others, mere figures
in my rickety rhombus existence;
yet, we're all going the same way.
just leaning moreso to one side.
like a parapet we trade spots, of pain,
joy, clackety-clack, one rung, two.
a head bobs-up, only to go down again.
at one clock-point, we spin, dance a hora.
where did you come from? what place
in my gray matter owns you, has you.
go back. a simple existence. that's
all i want. i want me to be me.
you lean the wrong way, anyway.
08/13/2009 Posted on 08/13/2009
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jeffrey Parren on 08/14/09 at 04:00 AM This has a bit of philosophy in it dealing with the parts of the mind. Maybe I am being dopey in my time away from poetry but I am grasping for more concretes to expplain what is going on. I guess you eithre lost me Chaz, or I lost myself! ~JPP |
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