Long Morton Poems

December 14, 1965           

"Mr. Samuel Cooke. Sam Cooke??
You been in that casket for three days..
You a long way from Chicago, son?"

And Sam said, "What happened
Where...

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Aftermath

You found me naked and alone
You found me unprotected
You fed upon me, your unwilling and unwitting victim
You fed upon me, your unwilling and unwitting prey
You ravaged me
You ravaged my life
You ravaged my body
You ravaged my...

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The curtain rises on Bumblebee Babineaux walking self-confidently along Chartres Street.

Bumblebee [singing]: Ain’t nothin’ gonna break my stride, nobody’s gonna slow me down. Oh, no, I got to keep on movin’… 

Tom Sickley, a disingenuous...

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The teacher said,

Go home and write 
a poem tonight
And let that poem come out of you---
Then, it will be true.

I wish it were that simple. 
I am merely a sixteen year old, born in a...

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proponents of the american justice system
don’t spend too much time on stories about people
getting let out of prison after being wrongly sentenced &
subsequently festering for 25 years in
one of society’s garbage cans as a direct...

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Apostrophe in time. Mixes twenty foot differences between mice and men. They all fail. But the failure is only a thought a big lie. The fun now is the brow of the valley under Universal,...

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The Clock
By; M. Morton

Silence grows around like a weed
A silent eye no longer sees

Turning inward he starts to shake
Wishing his soul was somewhere safe

A clock in the corner grows louder
With every ''tick''
And every ''tock''
Tick, Tock,...

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In hindsight, I’ve always kept my mind right, 
I only lose sleep at night over the  that I write,
it’s like the weight on Atlas’ shoulders, are you hearing what this rap is,
a fight against...

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a grandfather clock in  the corner of the
 room turns its grayhead and sounds.

it is the hour of salt... it is the hour of aged reason. 
 and i have lost all affection for...

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Byron McGovern (true story 1900)

At Denowan near Goodooga,
lived Mc Govern so they say,
At a Church of England mission,
Aubrey lived there anyway,

now Byron McGovern got arrested,
Black Trackers they said sure,
in jail he was invested,
his tracks came...

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Long, long ago and longer
When I was but a child
I read of Doctor Livingstone
Who ventured in the wild.
Dr. David had no fear
He went where few had gone.
This missionary and explorer 
To Africa was drawn.
The unsophisticated...

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"As early morning thunderstorms"
Bring down a pouring rain
All of nature is silent~still
Snuggled in nest remain

As early morning's lightnings flash
And thunder above rolls
The covers feel comfortable
Deep within my soul

As early morning's cold rain pours
Like Morton Salt...

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Hit 'em up!  Hit 'em up!
Up, out and away

Singles, doubles, triples
and of course, the Big Bombay!

Snitker stoically managing from
the dugout
Ron Washington on third and Eric
Young, Sr. on first helping runners out

Strider, Morton, Elder, and...

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