Birds fly into
concrete, but none
near my house,
and where does
this purple reality
get shot from,
this one which
orders me,
Do not write.
There is nothing
worthy in my palette
when I don’t
describe my dark
universes, and all
the dirty dishes
come back dirtier,
less shapely, less useful.
No more terrifying
hatred, sir? These dank
alleys where my chaotic
paths lead, I shall
not poison.
stillfugue 
#1 by Find an Outlet on August 27, 2014 - 7:48 pm
Exactly. Nice emails: why? See above. Do not (disapprove, bewail, grieve, regret, or try to explain) write. This is magic Carl, you may well be quoted.
#2 by Carl on September 9, 2014 - 2:26 pm
You are so kind and caring. I’m lucky to have you read and comment. Thank you!
#3 by clinock on August 28, 2014 - 5:22 am
So very excellent to see you back on-line Carl and writing again, so stunningly. You inspire always, however long your silences.
#4 by Carl on September 9, 2014 - 2:27 pm
It is so nice of you to be so kind. It boosts me.
#5 by Hudson Howl on August 29, 2014 - 12:08 am
O’ shut up and write. Though ‘D’ was more polite then ‘eye’.
#6 by Carl on September 9, 2014 - 2:28 pm
You’re a good man, Hudson, and you’re very kind to comment.
#7 by Carl D'Agostino on April 26, 2015 - 8:18 am
Have you stopped writing? Trust you are well. Cannot seem to have correct email mila 6thsense if she is in Nepal and safe from earthquake.
#8 by Evelyn on October 27, 2016 - 10:52 am
“Do not write.
There is nothing
worthy in my palette
when I don’t
describe my dark
universes”
yep, absolutely.