Who Left Me Dead Alive?

If the music gets loud enough, I feel
the escape of despair, and I scream
with dizziness, though I never say it
as well as the musicians, and I’m left
wondering why I’m pale and so muted.

Freedom, let’s catch the bus as it leaves
the station, jumping up and down on the tin
roof, grabbing the crumbling cement,
passing under structures meant to bury
us, swallow us, throw us away.

Superman and I rage against the wind
as we jump from rooftop to polluted roof-
top, scrambling to locate our missing
hearts, rumbling through city forests,
making pancakes out of cement trucks.

Screaming in my twisting intestines,
coughing, blowing out clogs, who is it
who shut me out from my art, who has
splayed me, sucked out my screams,
removed my hums, left me breathing?


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  1. #1 by Hudson Howl on April 19, 2013 - 9:56 am

    It appears you have plenty ‘hum’ in you.

    • #2 by Carl on April 29, 2013 - 2:11 pm

      Got to keep humming.

  2. #3 by claudia on April 23, 2013 - 11:36 pm

    making pancakes out of cement trucks….love all the images and the intensity…and there are times i just need the music loud as well…

    • #4 by Carl on April 29, 2013 - 2:06 pm

      Thank you, Claudia. I appreciate your comment.

  3. #5 by clinock on April 29, 2013 - 1:33 am

    Completely amazing …

    • #6 by Carl on April 29, 2013 - 2:03 pm

      Thank you for your amazing kindness!

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