Carl

I love music, poetry and fiction. Sometimes, I write essays. It is my outlet. Creating art helps me in my recovery.

Homepage: https://stillfugue.wordpress.com

Today, During Meditation, I Slept a Bit

Crawl under

skin hiding cupcakes,

make frosted

tempers stop.

Blazing sun arises to

dark, lost souls. Looking.

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One Cold Night in Cincinnati in 1982

Sliding a-

way, making room for

giant, dark

buildings with

false fronts, reaching and pulling

teeth and hair.

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Dark Sun Through Broken Windows

Waving at

frozen suns, begging

for warmer

lives, seeking

quiet times when love will not

be missing, stolen

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Etude 2017-15 — One Night in Cincinnati in 1982

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Etude 2017-14 — Mr Jones, Is He in the Room

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Etude 2017-13 — The Screams of My Failures

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Etude 2017-12 — There Was a Bird in the House

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This Is a Career, Son

Mister Jones,

is he in the room,

under woods,

on the line?

No, he’s killing me, boarding

my soul with cheap fire.

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Etude 2017-11 — I’m Looking for the Monster, but He Hides So Well

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Etude 2017-10 — The Suffering Was Real but We’re Here

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