Air Conditioning, Granite, and Shoddy Walls

When I think of missions,
I’ve failed them all,
but here I am today; can I
do something for the good?

The music plods, and when music
plods, it’s always a funeral march.
I have that fear that pinches
heart and lungs, tells me to grasp.

The egos scattered through my history
frown at me with intricate geometric
shapes that mimic the smallness
of my mind, that howl and dismiss my soul.

, , , , ,

  1. #1 by clinock on September 12, 2013 - 12:57 am

    your words never fail to inspire me Carl…

    • #2 by Carl on September 12, 2013 - 6:37 am

      You are very kind to say this, John. It means a great deal to me.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: