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the other day
by Charlie Morganbusy on my knees
washing away my carbon evidence
that i ever existed;
foreign thoughts enter my
furrowed and beat-down-from-worries brow,
and exit without so much as a 'howdy doo'
they join-up their cultures de vida;
i will stop and let your funery art d' object pass;
and flow back in ion ebbing; soon our bosons will be +one.
and shake hands, and Orion will give me the "Grip".
two dogs bark my departure; i leave on a bend of air,
happy in flight, as a Poenix having 1,461 days left.
then there are those days i don't think at all. 12/11/2012 Posted on 12/12/2012
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 12/12/12 at 03:04 AM Good write Charlie and I to have days I never think. It is usually at least every other day and those in between I only think I think! Take care! |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/12/12 at 02:47 PM Oh, George, you are a chuckle! Charlie, who can argue with ion ebbing and bosons and I love the phrase "i leave on a bend of air". Thanks for this gem. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 12/14/12 at 03:42 PM Oh, Charlie, I don't think it is possible for you to not think. Your mind is a veritable particle accelerator. And all this talk about bosons and ions... I love that Higgs field physics stuff... Your words remind me of my own conception of what happens to us when we leave this earthly coil - a transformational experience. Thanks for this gem, my friend. |
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