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a confusion boat
by Charlie Morganmy existence is spent knowing that i'm better
than my worst action and thought and yet i am
worse than my worst action or thought; addles me.
one minute i'm waiting(checking the mail-daily)
and the next minute i'm calling area hospitals,
trying to find-out if the courier is injured?
i walk with Johnny Cash to receive our awards;
both of us seeing the light.
and shoulder-up a forearm for protecting our eyes.
all this among an adoring crowd of ex-divorcees.
we toasted, though sinking; our upper lips were stiff. 05/06/2011 Posted on 05/06/2011
Copyright © 2024 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 05/07/11 at 01:22 AM Real well said-loved every word! |
| Posted by Steve Michaels on 05/07/11 at 10:06 PM That last lines really kick butt and pull the whole write together! |
| Posted by Timothy Wilson on 07/08/11 at 06:35 PM It was fascinating! Deep and very poetic. I really enjoyed reading it. This poem seems to hold great insight. Way-to-go Charlie! The part with Johnny Cash was great. You really got a lot said here in a few short stanzas. :) PS. Can I borrow some talent? |
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