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why not coast?
by Charlie Morgandaily we fool the foolish;
we begin inside our own
home cottage. our voyage,
begins.
courts open; cases heard.
decisions made. corporations
traded; people with mouths
gaped-open; foolish beings,
being foolish. usual.
Dante didn't list foolish
as a level of hell, yet it's
the rung of our stumbling.
a road map of fibs, in a puddle
giving oil-slick rainbows of lies;
and our rotation of life cycles. 05/25/2011 Posted on 05/25/2011
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 05/25/11 at 02:22 PM It's so strange, the things humans think they need to lie about (me included). And foolish. You're absolutely correct (as usual) Charlie!! |
| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 05/25/11 at 04:07 PM charlie, i think you nailed it on the head with this one |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 05/27/11 at 06:16 PM Easy to tell a lie...much more difficult to remember who you told the lie to in case you have to cover your tracks with another....great write, Charlie |
| Posted by Ariane Scott on 06/04/11 at 02:15 AM The third stanza says it allll. I love the image and styntax of "the rung of our stumbling." It could all be so much simpler, couldn't it. --We are all unscrupulous politicians, Charlie, but this one tells only the truth. Very nice. |
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