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by Charlie Morgana glossary of feelings are painted across the clouds,
reading 'follow me to the horizon'.
and the carrot-horizon, ever dangling,
stays ahead, always ahead as we ask for rain.
each living being from gopher to granite;
from sea lion to l.s.d. pusherman;
crawls with bloody fingernails westward.
an illusion fulfilled, fortified, accepted.
we all participate in an illusion;
psychiatrists collect rent for all
those people in your head.
my neighbor, fool that he is, thinks
the world is about him. as i said, fool!
when it is entirely about me, myself and i.
11/01/2011 Posted on 11/01/2011
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 11/01/11 at 11:47 PM I do adore your sense of things, Mr. Morgan!!! I love the bit about the docs who collect rent for all the people living in our heads. Although, I must admit, most of MY people are alter-egos. Heh. Totally love this one Charlie!!! |
| Posted by Shannon McEwen on 11/02/11 at 02:35 AM I love this one Charlie, I couldnt pick one line I liked best because the more I read the more I liked. |
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