Posts Tagged Death

A Day Crossing Some Unusual Desert Land

Grayed windows

highlight slimy life,

creepy sun

sending them

off to hide, sorting mismatched

colors, death soon here.

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Saturday Death at Costco

I want to

love people, forgive

and be calm,

always smile,

but I am not bright sun, and

I am blasted dead.

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America 2017, #11

Floating dead,

bending bridges and

organs, sing,

my friend of

your loss of all that was good,

and come back full brown.

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Carl’s amateur dystopian photography – Fort Smith, Arkansas

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A Moment, Knowing I Had Wasted My Life

A rock in

garden, looking for

plants to kiss

but being

locked to uncaring clays and

sick, little orange bugs

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Before, Then After Dali

Persistence

needed for calm survival,

maddening

dreams haunting

our false loves, clean peace, and death

steals our new purpose.

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the-persistence-of-memory, by Salvator Dali, 1931

The Persistence of Memory, Salvador Dali, 1931.

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Friday Afternoon at Costco

I know it’s

me — the people with

anger that

mangles my

nerves — attacked by carts, wanting

to curl down and die.

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America 2017, #7 & #8, Dead Factories Freezing My Worn Guts

These are not

the silly unem-

ployed, hidden

darkness ex-

ploiting

fear of dying stark-

ly alone, alone.

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More Dystopia Today from Amateur Carl

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America 2017, #6 — One Day I Was in the Old West in the Middle of An Abandoned Street

There is park-

ing in the rear, but

streets are emp-

ty, screaming

at me to stop short of life,

watch her wander by.

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Another Dystopia Today picture from amateur Carl.

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America 2017, #5, “My Dedication to the Good Failed Too Many times”

They warned me —

Behave, man, do not

scream at the

drunks when you’re

drunk, maintain your head, or we’ll

paint and board you up.

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I Remembered It All When I Saw His Face While I Walked by the Airport Newstand

Finally,

I gave in, all the

way, blinked at

years of grim

self-absorbed hate, but I’m not

much better today.

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