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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
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| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 05/27/10 at 04:37 PM Charlie- you're right. The last line tied things up. |
| 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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