Today, During Meditation, I Slept a Bit
Crawl under
skin hiding cupcakes,
make frosted
tempers stop.
Blazing sun arises to
dark, lost souls. Looking.
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.
.
Dark Sun Through Broken Windows
Waving at
frozen suns, begging
for warmer
lives, seeking
quiet times when love will not
be missing, stolen
.
Etude 2017-15 — One Night in Cincinnati in 1982
Posted by Carl in Finding Purpose, Music on April 13, 2017
Etude 2017-13 — The Screams of My Failures
Posted by Carl in Finding Purpose, Music on April 10, 2017
Etude 2017-12 — There Was a Bird in the House
Posted by Carl in Finding Purpose, Music on April 9, 2017
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.
Etude 2017-11 — I’m Looking for the Monster, but He Hides So Well
Posted by Carl in Finding Purpose, Music on April 8, 2017
Etude 2017-10 — The Suffering Was Real but We’re Here
Posted by Carl in Finding Purpose, Music on April 7, 2017
