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reality, overrated
by Charlie Morgansoftly hailing my dog is my one step
into beginning this Wednesday's reality;
he ignores me much like my fantasies.
both leave me wanting for the touch,
the warmth of being, a bench-partner
of continuity to Thursday when i will
change channels from SpongeBob Squarepants,
Dora the Explorer, The Space Rangers, ICarly
and begin my lecture series titled:
Life w/o Grandchildren
or
All the Ways to Avoid Mediocrity & Ennui.
02/09/2011 Posted on 02/09/2011
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Timothy Wilson on 02/09/11 at 06:00 PM Deeper than a Timothy Leary journal entry, and more poetic than the raven, more real than nonfiction and ultimately brilliant, I love this poem; it has a kind of sadness to it that hurts but it's very brilliant. Good work Charlie |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/10/11 at 02:41 AM I like how this poem builds to a mild but envigorating crescendo. Great choice of vocabulary and set up Charlie; hat's off ta ya ma man. |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 02/10/11 at 08:55 AM ...can't recall where I heard it, Inception? But, maybe thought is real and reality the illusion...nice thing about poetry, they can be interchangable. Thanks. |
| Posted by E. A. Pugh on 02/10/11 at 04:32 PM Why is is thast I avoid SpongeBob Squarepants at all costs? You must be a great grampa for sitting through that. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 02/13/11 at 03:25 PM I like all the comments above this one. That last line is the one that punched me right in the stomach - in a good way :-) It woke me up to one of the great challenges of growing older... and older... and... Of course I would rather not think about it, which is why your poem is so important for me to mull over and take in. Like all of your work it is so honest. You are a brave man, Charlie Morgan. What is it about that East Texas soil that grows so many men with spine? |
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