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I Can’t Find Myself

I fall in

to bleak

crevices where

my skin

flows and carves at my

insides, and I ask

myself, Who are you,

old man,

to blister away

time like

hot dogs in

a 7-eleven? or

like humans on a

turquoise lake?

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  1. #1 by clinock on June 29, 2017 - 3:02 am

    I never see you in my ‘Reader’ Carl but that’s okay because then I can come looking for you, enjoying the journey. Have to say I lovvvvve ‘blistering away time…on a turquoise lake” I would feel the same about 7-11 too but I don’t eat meat and they don’t believe in Tofu Dogs in them parts…

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  2. #2 by J. A. Panian on October 16, 2017 - 4:12 pm

    Agreed. Those last two phrases are crackers.
    Powerful.
    Good to see you.

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  3. #3 by Carl D'Agostino on November 22, 2017 - 1:30 pm

    “to blister away

    time like

    hot dogs in

    a 7-eleven?”

    top dollar simile !

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