Lunch in Empty Park

While the wind emptied my spirit
in the soulless park, while

many vacant, metal picnic
tables laughed at my loneliness,

tortured my Ill-founded sense
of being, while people, all dressed
in black, walked around the park
edges as if in Olympic parades,

I brushed my sandwich against
the rusty metal of my picnic

table, took a bite from that
edge of the sandwich, not

purposefully, and waited
to die without struggle.

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  1. #1 by clinock on May 27, 2013 - 1:02 am

    a clip from a Bergman film – a passage from a Sartre book – a brief insight into the life of Carl. Thank you for sharing such an evocative image from your day…

    • #2 by Carl on May 29, 2013 - 8:59 pm

      Thank you for your comment, John. I’ve been reading some Camus, and I’m afraid it might show.

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