Do You Know What Happens When Music Causes Great Joy? You end by…

Grabbing blaz-

ing bulbs afire with

super dogs

licking your

face, blowing cauldrons, bubbles

fizzing out your tops.

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I was crossing a bridge and someone was complaining about suffering

Life is suf-

fering, dodging, sink-

ing, but look,

that color,

swimming upstream, brightly na-

ked, sue me, kill me.

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America, 2016, Unnumbered, Crashing Crumbles Aboard My Late Train

Confusion

from concrete, crumbles

spray grain dust,

curling light,

crushing spirits that fly, creeps

crimping my dead brain.

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Yet another Dystopia Today shot from the amateur Carl in some very small town (somewhere hidden in the midwest) sometime late in the Summer of 2016.

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America, 2016, #2 – On Gravel to Avoid the Hit

 

 

One in front

of the other they

said and no

one would love

me again, tossed I am on

rusty grills.

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Carl’s dystopia today shot near Gibbon, Nebraska, September 2016

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When the lightness of sky, darkened and shattered by winter branches, showed me my fears

Pierce my will-

ingness, make me sail

over shocked

towers fir-

ing waves, that iron jumps, kill-

ing angst, making m’love.

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Yesterday, When Serenity Hurt Madly

Hammer blows

make me clutch at brain’s

vice grip, pain

piddles, mind

arcs to new power, seeking

freedoms, but

losing art.

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Fires and Greatness in Darkest Recoveries

Today, the
ledge flies sharply through
my brain mush
but time, she
stopped and carried me deeply
into sands

glazing my
brain and the ledge stretched
far to moons
glistening
telling me I’m the greatest
speck, resting.

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Two Days Ago, That Joy, So Repressed

Like a dog,

I stretch, legs brittle,

brain panting,

paws digging,

that joy, so repressed, hanging,

chained inside, broken.

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How I Want You to Let Me Go

When I’m Dy-

ing, over last for-

ty-six breaths,

camera

points towards cloudy nightmares

crashing heaven’s might.

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How Might I Squash That Fear?

Later, I remem-

ber being stricken

by dread of

what they felt:

How much did they spy rummag-

ing beneath the crust?

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