Another Day, When After the Fireworks, I Knew I Was Worthless

You looked through

the windows blocking

my soul, tres-

passing, vi-

olating love, wiping the

thought, trashing heaven.



Not-so-dystopian today, amateur Carl’s repossessed America. America 2017 #3.

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  1. #1 by clinock on February 27, 2017 - 2:29 am

    Your old school maybe? Looks like mine in England. When education was an institution, a factory of learning facts and sublimating poetry and art…

    • #2 by Carl on February 28, 2017 - 6:58 pm

      Your interpretation is far better than mine!

  2. #3 by Evelyn on February 28, 2017 - 7:35 pm

    Awesome. I like the breaking up of the words in this one, gave it an added layer of sharpness.

    • #4 by Carl on March 2, 2017 - 12:35 am

      Thank you! I never know what the limit should be on breaking the words. I read aloud several times and if I liked it, there you go…

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