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he was simple
by Charlie Morganhis greasy curl woo-wooed a Jerry Lee Lewis,
rock-a-billy atop his right eye brow, resting;
an apostrophe of signatured ignorance.
all he needs is someone, and he stops there.
he knows of happiness; it's his Uncle's '57 Ford.
but needs his heart filled with chains and binds.
brought on by a WOMAN. Otis cries into the air;
he wonders as the whitlers whitle, and he ends with
naught; they end with a piece of a dreamed dream: a toy.
if he were Cupid he'd not hit red sides of green barns.
skinny, steely and brimming he glides along standing
in the rain without a hat, so. that's him. gaunt
should be the family name; ruthless their family shield.
with each step his grin widens: the simple life is not so.
05/26/2010 Posted on 05/27/2010
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 05/27/10 at 01:34 AM I REALLY like this. Not sure why, but it makes me wanna chuckle wickedly. Naughty boy. Oh! and I saw what you did by the light of that white moon.. bad bad boy. I left you a note on the dark side of it
;-D |
| Posted by Madeline Lamb on 05/27/10 at 06:18 AM Love the way you play with the language in the first line, and you finish quite nicely. Stunning. |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 05/27/10 at 04:37 PM Charlie- you're right. The last line tied things up. |
| Posted by Joe David on 05/31/10 at 06:47 PM dog-gone it, chaz. you're making me work too hard. what lyrics!! like a townes van zandt song but not nearly as dark. needing commitment and yet fleeing it. would the ford have made him happy? We'll never know. and anyway, his uncle wrecked it.
you still got it. another good 'un. |
| Posted by Maude Curtis on 06/02/10 at 02:20 AM Loved the last line.here's to the simple life we all work so hard to achieve. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 06/02/10 at 11:30 AM You know, if I saw this fellow on the street of his small east Texas town, I would be trying to decide whether to say to myself, "Ah, to be so simple..." or "Poor simple simp." Of course, I am too sensitive a person to embrace or saw out loud the latter. But he is lucky... to have you as an observer, Seeing Through. |
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