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i came here
by Charlie Morgan
you can't cheat. you can't,
corners are where coincindences await;
and the doppleganger future plays as we speak.
there is this thing, this energy-source of my gene;
this shields my selfish side; the side, that when it counted--
out-swam the other billions to be the fertilizer to Momma's ovum.
i've tried to find a seer, one who knows,
yet knows what he does not know, and knows what he knows to be suspect;
i walk away from this booth o' life, curtains and all, find the slot, drop a dime.
i will ask upon arrival at her door, broach sitting on her couch?;
she will demur and defer; all the while i know she is my past which has passed;
yet visits me in this Wuthering Heights dress made of illusions, hopes and dreams.
at this age i meet the same ones i battled with in the 7th grade Algebra;
different than practice tests, these weren't from the book or syllabus or manual;
elbow scrapes to the Ego, daily has taken it's toll. i'll pay-up, hit the exit.
yet, i still need.
yet, still, i.
yet,i.
09/17/2010 Posted on 09/17/2010
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 09/18/10 at 11:34 PM Well, just on my first read (there will be more when I am not so sleepy) my favorite stanza is number 3. I am amazed that even at my age (a man of "your advanced years" as a student said to me the other day) I still find seers on unexpected corners. Butttttt... I too make my way to the random rewards occasionally when I don't want to face all the blather that I wish would stay BEHIND the damn curtains. Thanks for this, Chaz. See ya later. |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 09/19/10 at 12:55 PM Hey Chaz -- yeh, it's Cathy. I unearthed a piece of your brain and identified an instance of deja review. I hope I still feel the Need when I check out this place...intricate write, even yesterday when today is tomorrow... |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 09/19/10 at 05:04 PM Yes, the "Charlie Morgan was here" poem. We (those of us who love you) needed this. |
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