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just another day
by Charlie Morganthe day's clouds held the limits of the sky;
as the weight of man's foolishness slowed him
to his infernal occupation of counting dollars.
an abacus of accomplishments, beads on a different row.
matters of great consequence to hear the foolhearty speak;
an entropic web of understanding is all you get returned.
so, with today's truisms firmly in hand i go outside.
face all the little dieings of which Patchens speaks. 03/04/2011 Posted on 03/04/2011
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
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| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 03/05/11 at 06:15 PM HOWEVER, you offer up those truisms here, and soooo....it's not "just another day" for me at all!! :)) |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 03/08/11 at 06:38 PM I like your awareness of the static pronouncements and blather as you step out your door. There is so much to be rightly forgotten and ignored. And your allusion to Patchens was a revelation. I looked him up and was really interested in what I read about him - especially his influence on the Beats - who fascinate me. And the word "dielings..." that's a whole nother pond to jump into. Thanks Chaz. |
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