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keep 'em laughing
by Charlie Morganif i can keep 'em laughing; just
a little longer;
then i can make the switch, not
even blink a desperate lid.
and swiftly wisp into the Wizard.
my realm of reign shall be wide.
the special treat is the trick;
focusing on the mist of life i
aim my for'ead and brows ahead.
a day is to be chiseled, hewn
to a point of completion, pleading
to be forgotten properly in time.
will i be Alz's echo in the night,
or the reed that dries straight-up?
fold the paper, fold it to the
crossword, help me find the answer;
which way is up? and how do you know
when you've gotten there? 01/23/2011 Posted on 01/23/2011
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/23/11 at 09:03 PM "if i can keep 'em laughing; just
a little longer;
then i can make the switch, not
even blink a desperate lid."--I think we've played some of the same gigs, man. Awesome write. |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 01/23/11 at 09:04 PM i've been down so long, anything would be a step up. i wish i could laugh.. good attitude; wouderful write. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 01/28/11 at 06:12 PM The third stanza is the one that has me thinking and wondering how I might whisp there like my great chazpoet in these skies. I love all of this and the last three stanzas make me want to hug you - just to bend you enough so you'll know you the dried reed - but a lively read indeed. Thanks for another gem, my friend. |
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