Prescient, Hollow Feeling Before a Visitor

The ice cream man
scooped out my soul
at 10:40 p.m.

At 10:10 p.m.,
I knew he was on the floor,
but I didn’t do anything.

I sat and read a beautiful book,
and my soul was gone
before the ice cream man arrived.

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  1. #1 by Kay Camden on April 12, 2012 - 8:29 am

    So you surrendered your soul before he could take it? What a brilliant tactic and a big middle finger to that guy.

    • #2 by Carl on April 12, 2012 - 10:41 pm

      I love your interpretation. I really do!

      • #3 by Kay Camden on April 13, 2012 - 9:10 am

        Thanks for being so forgiving of my constant butchery of your work. You know most of this stuff goes over my head. 🙂

        • #4 by Carl on April 18, 2012 - 9:50 pm

          Never does anything go over anyone’s head. We try to speak as best we can and then sometimes it means something to someone, and when that happens, it’s magic. The interpretation is not important. It’s whether or not it speaks to you.

  2. #5 by claudia on April 12, 2012 - 10:35 am

    sometimes we need this kind of protection i think..

    • #6 by Carl on April 12, 2012 - 10:41 pm

      Thank you for visiting, Claudia, and I appreciate your comment.

  3. #7 by mozalini on May 1, 2012 - 11:01 am

    This is great. Simple, yet not. Loving the first stanza especially.

    • #8 by Carl on May 1, 2012 - 9:17 pm

      Thank you for visiting and thank you for your comment. I appreciate it.

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