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kenneled
by Charlie Morganweather sends my dogs back in;
passing people on their way out.
thermomenter spanking the digits
now 25 searching for 24. then 23.
Kings' crowns sell for a dollar;
Mickey Mantle bats go for a ransom;
publishers slash prices to 1/10th.
winter beating Spring back a week.
i got up early just to see all this;
Mama, nudging me from a 64 yr. old dream,
extolling me to wake up before it's real.
my safety lies in my ignorance, danger too.
all i have to do is be like other people;
following the dogs in, i wait until i switch.
of what will i be guilty? peeing on the carpet?
02/09/2011 Posted on 02/09/2011
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 02/13/11 at 03:34 PM Again, you use your last line to hook me where it hurts. I wish I could say that those bad old dreams have NOT become reality. "my safety lies in my ignorance, danger too" - another line that is pregnant. How pregnant you are, Charlie, but what I delight in is the frequency with which you give birth right here in front of us. Sometimes it is bloody and painful and sometimes it is a squeal of joy - but always a glimpse into what is human. |
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