7th grade angst
by Charlie Morgan
playing my heart like a lute.
i was a moody creature mulling along,
twanging chords of lonely lurking
atop my shoulders; i had no head.
i had just given it away at the State Fair
of love; i pitched my dimes away. "next."
lions of neon flashed, the road to Oz.
"try me, one tenth o' dollar." barkers bark.
"win the gal a bear, she'll love you like it.
c'mon young man. she's ye sweet heart, eh?"
chatter of squirrels in hunting season it sounded;
i was holden caulfield, 16 and in the Rye. caught.
their demands making me more intent on fleeing.
i was a country fried steak, fresh on the hoof;
already carved-broke by the Micronesian Woman,
Snake Man; three headed goat, two headed snake-albino too.
the flash was outta my dance, bare-boned we stood.
sat in the grass and counted noises with our eyes closed.
Mathis, Otis, Mitch, all scrambling for a seat in my ear.
me, flat-top and flat headed; i had hoped to find the Wizard;
i saw behind the curtin. gears were made of starving kids'
breakfasts; old women and men's supper meals, at 4:35.
so much for expectations, the world is Miss Havisham: gives/takes.
expectations: so long will i have them, keep them, curse them. allow them.
seventh grade, a never-ending, laborious trude, smiling all the way.
Posted on 05/14/2010
Copyright © 2016 Charlie Morgan
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Joe Cramer on 05/15/10 at 03:25 PM|
|Posted by Kris Mara on 01/12/11 at 09:29 PM|
wonderful indeed...such a rich, vivid piece of work...I'm only able to do a little bit of catching up here tonight and am so glad to have had the chance to read this.
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/20/11 at 03:20 PM|
That's quite the whirwind flashback in time Charlie. Rich chocolate in terms of images and emotion. A possible movie script??? :o)
|Posted by Lori Blair on 12/14/11 at 06:01 PM|
Ha! I shudder to remember 7th grade..but now that I have one in that year, he takes me there again just as you have done! Excellent! and so not sure which line I loved the most..Thank you!