Posts Tagged Death
Travels Through Death Soon to Come II
My death is arriv-
ing with brown and purple hugs,
temporary nails,
Gregorian chant sneaks up,
John Cage cheers my soul
Trippy Wires
Posted by Carl in Finding Purpose, Poems on October 5, 2021
Nine rooms, flexing shapes
empty spaces with cocktail
tables, one or two,
footrests, blue trash, Porsche, empty
town stop, one-ninety away
Travels Through Death Soon to Come
windows cloak brown tracks
crossing past your vacant face
hiding drying tears
pulsating legs muddle fears
while rivers reverse their flows
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?
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
.
When I Thought I Was Gone
Roasting death,
Stealing memories,
startling days,
crunchy tan
futures with super balloons
crushing light creepers.
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 Day, In My Cage, I Ceased Fighting
Posted by Carl in Finding Purpose, Music on April 4, 2017
This is a soundscape but with dramatic shape. This kind of post-modernism is not agreeable to most people, but it’s where I am right now — I feel so comfortable mired in the muck.
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When the Space Is Crashing In On Me
I’ve lost all
battles, drying out
in fierce winds,
waiting for a permanent history
where I fall no more
.
The Dogs Pointed Toward Eternal Silences
When rain comes,
old smiles flatter dogs,
I’m dying
below gray
rock, and morgues speak of silent
dances, my last squeels
stillfugue 