It Keeps Coming Back Even After It Already Came Back

She is a pervasive ghost,
always the tall, the green,
or the brown, the wavy grass,

but here I go, back to Bach again,
I know how to take care of myself.

Ha! Chop those pills by half!
Genius! You dark, stupid,

At least, at my lowest, I know
when things are dark,
when death looks enchanting,
I am in the bad ass real world.

I need hospitals at every rest stop.

Lock and chains and feed me with

Deep d-minor keeps my arms at
my side,
keeps me from
destroying all that is bad in
my world, all of me.


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  1. #1 by Carl D'Agostino on July 9, 2013 - 4:54 pm

    back to Bach-slick match

    • #2 by Carl on July 15, 2013 - 1:13 pm

      Get Bach, Carl!

  2. #3 by joanna on July 16, 2013 - 1:10 pm

    It feels wrong to “like” this, though it is powerful writing, Carl. Poets write the ugly truths.

    • #4 by Carl on July 22, 2013 - 2:19 pm

      You’re very kind to comment, and I appreciate your ‘like!’

  3. #5 by clinock on July 19, 2013 - 12:36 am

    your words have the power of Bach’s music Carl….

    • #6 by Carl on July 22, 2013 - 2:20 pm

      Thank you for your kindness, John. I’m grateful.

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