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chasing time
by Charlie Morganmy lunch waits for me; until i show,
it lies dormant, un-changed. hah!
i've got control in my world, hah!
so don't tamper with me. be full of care.
it's a fools dance you enter when, upon you
the foot-race time has chosen is exacted;
you will tire, early; and your last
vision is just the dust and heels;
the day is yours, i'm included.
there you go; here i am.
12/07/2012 Posted on 12/07/2012
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 12/07/12 at 06:59 PM Well, I've been chasing you since you got all Pathetic again but you've been ignoring me. Ima go pout in another library now. This is cute darlin. Whoever they are, they're lucky. |
| Posted by Gail Wolper on 12/07/12 at 08:58 PM I love this one but do feel it could benefit much from more detailed puncgtuation, the lines are arrhythmic, irregular, which I know is deliberate and good, but could not figure out how to read it until many reads, and then still not positive |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 12/07/12 at 10:34 PM Charlie- do you ever stop to take a breath? You write with such spirit and death- another gem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 12/08/12 at 08:17 PM I like the poetic playfulness, yet serious also sides of this, Charlie. And as you've so eloquently pointed out, Time is always the Overloard. |
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