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two fools' paradise
by Charlie Morganthey write. no feelings left in words.
they don't mean anything. have no hearts.
oh they got words, again, no feelings.
and slang, they got that. no feelings.
and each has a mirror of the other.
they primp with self-adulation.
trade mirrors. do the same. ahhh, love.
love of their image of each other.
their worlds are one, one is their worlds.
Aardvark, first of the As in Webster's Ninth;
Appreciation: they elide, ignorantly. thinking.
soon they'll kiss but their slam-poetry tastes
just like each's other. grinning, kiss themselves.
glad that two guys can't make a another. two's enough.
05/06/2010 Posted on 05/06/2010
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 05/06/10 at 10:57 PM brrrrrr. The chill of this. Niiiice! |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 05/07/10 at 01:15 AM I see you found that steak knife in your drawer of poems, Charles...sharp indeed, and oh how deeply it cuts, especially those last lines..:0 |
| Posted by Shonda Chrissonberry on 05/07/10 at 03:31 AM Why...O...why ~ did this leave me laughin? Chaz ~ with you...I never know what the next line will bring. Keep em coming. ;) |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 05/07/10 at 05:22 PM Chaz.... this is quite excellent..... |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 05/07/10 at 05:43 PM whoa - cutting deeply here. |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 07/04/11 at 03:08 AM Cutting, biting, deep. Damn. |
| Posted by Rob Littler on 07/18/13 at 04:42 AM I like your sounds, e.g. "just like each's other...can't make another" You do this in your poetry quite a bit, and I admire it. As for your poem, I get the image of a teacher in a writer's workshop looking out at two most distinguished Friends. I especially like imagining peer editing as an act of trading mirrors. |
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