You looked through
the windows blocking
my soul, tres-
olating love, wiping the
thought, trashing heaven.
Not-so-dystopian today, amateur Carl’s repossessed America. America 2017 #3.
America 2017, Architecture, Death, Depression, Fear, Photography, Poems, Poetry, Safe Places, Shadorma
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#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!
#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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