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somebody's gotta talk
by Charlie Morganstarting my daily Thoreauian dealings
with the world, especially that of
living within my quiet desperation.
i holler. wait-up! include me in.
the free-thinking i've toted in my jeans,
now has eaten enough to be larger than me.
as i watch my choices become slimmer.
every scale is launched into the oblivion
of trash-dump sites, hither and yon;
hiding man's rape of his Mother Earth.
permanance, a lost word, we no-longer use;
temporary makes a nice fit; here, today.
gone tomorrow. yesterdays, all forgotten.
coming over the hill, we note: the king has no clothes
and collectively decide to not speak, for fear.
10/08/2010 Posted on 10/08/2010
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by V. Blake on 10/08/10 at 05:02 PM Excellent again, Charlie. My one thought is that the phrase "include me in." sounded a bit awkward to me. The rest is lovely. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 10/08/10 at 06:54 PM I think at our age Charlie, everyone younger we are believes we don't count. In fact I thought I heard they were not going to include anyone over 45 in the next census. Good write. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 10/08/10 at 07:48 PM A whole lot of wisdom in a handful of lines. Well done as always. |
| Posted by Steve Michaels on 10/09/10 at 07:55 PM I love these lines:
"every scale is launched into the oblivion
of trash-dump sites, hither and yon;" |
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