Dark on Kansas

Today, the weeds are causing terrible,
disturbing shadows,
fucking with the morning sun.
I am oblivious, minding my soul.

The old strip club is now the Antique Mall.
Is that reflection
of a non-changing staff
or of a changing Kansas?

Everything is an antique mall
or a Korean massage parlor
(some very bad – parlors, not malls).
I’ve never been to one of the massage parlors,
nor any of the antique malls.

I’m antique enough in an antique land.
The darkness in the light is perverse.
The people are turning mean.
I’m minding my soul, the dark emptiness,
looking slightly up, alone.

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  1. #1 by Carl D'Agostino on July 6, 2011 - 4:06 am

    The weeds are formidable enemies.

    • #2 by Carl on July 6, 2011 - 6:38 am

      Yes, and since they are always victorious, why not join them?

  2. #3 by Indigo Spider on July 6, 2011 - 7:39 pm

    The dark emptiness that is my soul understands the fucked up nature of antiquity. Damn strip malls clogging up everything like weeds themselves.

    • #4 by Carl on July 6, 2011 - 8:10 pm

      Yes, Yes, you DO understand. Thanks for commenting.

  3. #5 by siubhan on July 7, 2011 - 9:13 am

    That first verse is exceptionally strong. “I am oblivious, minding my soul” and its echo in the last verse are great, great lines. I find it hard to distinguish whether this is more commentary on your own conceptions of self, or on society. And I like the ambiguity.

    • #6 by Carl on July 7, 2011 - 8:50 pm

      Thank you for your comment. I appreciate your insight and your kindness.

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