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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

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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My Spirit Gets Lost in the Dark at Times

And in that

morning, sleep crawls on 

pieces of 

flesh, blisters

happiness, falsifies death

of dark depression

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When I Thought I Was Gone

Roasting death,

Stealing memories,

startling days,

crunchy tan

futures with super balloons

crushing light creepers.

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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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