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Slate’s Never Right

Tonight, after being slugged in the stomach,
not the solar plexus (slugged a grand word,
especially when you’re in third grade, which of course,
I am no longer, only wishing to be so innocent),
in the stomach all day, well, for many large parts
of the day, when the slate of my mind is erased

while remaining poisoned, so do you know how a blank
slate feels when filled with poison, when the stomach
is filled with air that will never escape, sitting there
providing fuel for those poisons? The poisons ride in

my car tonight, swimming in and out of the beautiful
gloss and slick white surface of the blank slate
of a ruined mind, but I made it as if I were rowing
the last survivor’s boat and I sit here in sweats,
watching the poison creeping around waiting (the

poison) to strike harder tomorrow when my mind
feels fullness and goodness that is too foreign for her.

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  1. #1 by Jennifer on November 13, 2012 - 8:41 pm

    The third stanza is especially striking!

    • #2 by Carl on November 13, 2012 - 9:10 pm

      Thank you for commenting, Jennifer. I appreciate it.

  2. #3 by Hudson Howl on November 13, 2012 - 10:55 pm

    Is anger a poison? I think so. It to is one thoes things which happens, without warning, even without just cause at times, that lives somewhere else as one functions on a ‘clean slate’ through out the day.

    I usually read your tags after reading your words. Sometimes they shed light on where your writing from, sometimes they tell a story all to themselves with that is your intent or just me word playing. Is isolation a symtom or manifestation or something else all together separate from depression?.

    • #4 by Carl on November 22, 2012 - 7:45 pm

      Thank you for your comment. I like using the tags, and isolation is both a symptom and an aggravation of alcoholism and depression. I appreciate your thoughtful visits.

  3. #5 by Carl D'Agostino on November 14, 2012 - 5:18 am

    I try to recognize the presence of the void, fill it with something positive(if there isn’t anything, manufacture something) so the poison cannot seep in. In South Florida, from the environmental perspective, the poison is salt water intrusion into the underground fresh water aquifers usually caused by water cycle mismanagement. Teaches me to manage my voids.

    • #6 by Carl on November 22, 2012 - 7:46 pm

      I know from your art that you are good at managing the voids.

  4. #7 by abichica on November 14, 2012 - 5:20 am

    i was captivated by the third stanza.. wooww!! just amazing!

    • #8 by Carl on November 22, 2012 - 7:47 pm

      Thank you for your comment. I appreciate it.

  5. #9 by claudia on November 20, 2012 - 11:21 pm

    hey…keep rowing…even though it’s hard at times..
    i also think the third stanza is esp. striking cause the images are so vivid and felt

    • #10 by Carl on November 22, 2012 - 7:52 pm

      Thanks so much, Claudia. I appreciate your kindness.

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