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how's leonard to know?
by Charlie Morgantoo late! i've seen sunrises, sunsets;
sunless days and starless nights.
i stepped on clods of newly-dug ground,
cold to the tender, inner sole of feet.
and later, crossed hot sand, built of blood
and dead sinew of men, women, children before.
sidewalks were the definitive of lock-step lives;
yet, we saw the horizon, our Horizon, trailing.
so, with movies in our mind, lust in our heart,
we attempt to devour the world, it's inhabitants.
gorged, we still bite as Humanity strolls by;
unable to get the gold ring, or distant star.
a searchlight for blame is lit, we swivel.
point the light, see the culprits: a legion.
we see ourselves, mirrored back; we drink
from the confusion barrel, a good taste. 07/29/2010 Author's Note: title from a phrase in a willie nelson song.
Posted on 07/29/2010
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 08/01/10 at 04:14 AM How many times you take me along the parallel path we walked for a while, gorging ourselves, still biting as we see the horizon from a whole new perspective. It is not as easy for me to blame anymore, and I am not sure whether it is because of the confusion barrel or the blue-tinged clarity of the Old Lake. I still enjoy the many and brilliant ways you express the journey, Charlie. Always a delight to linger in your library and drink from your pitcher of Lone Star. |
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