Pulsing, tiny, in
musical blue
minimalism,
fifteen notes, over
and over, march
of a completed
mission. Someone tell
me what I have done.
Comfort me. Hold me.
Tell me. Speak to me
about all of my
spirit and goodness.
Five fat notes scream of
muted decline. Sick
castles, large mansions,
and airplanes full of
evil. I am big,
turning purple, mush
joining rotten plums
in a chorus of
hair-decomposing
death.
stillfugue 
#1 by Evelyn on January 24, 2011 - 10:08 pm
I think this is succinct and powerful.
“about all of my
spirit and goodness.
Five fat notes scream of
muted decline. Sick
castles, large mansions,”
#2 by Carl on January 24, 2011 - 11:08 pm
Thank you, Evelyn! You are very kind!
#3 by Life: Between the lines on January 25, 2011 - 1:42 pm
The imagery is really awesome Carl! Thanks
#4 by Carl on January 26, 2011 - 12:03 am
Thank you for visiting and commenting. I appreciate it!
#5 by southernmusings on January 26, 2011 - 8:33 am
very nice poem. lots of great surrealism… imagery….
#6 by Carl on January 26, 2011 - 6:33 pm
Thank you for your comment. I love your work and I appreciate your visit and comment.