Posts Tagged Fear
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
Today, During Meditation, I Slept a Bit
Crawl under
skin hiding cupcakes,
make frosted
tempers stop.
Blazing sun arises to
dark, lost souls. Looking.
Was I at Denny’s with her One Time?
Baby brown booth,
you staring, then shouts
tell me you
hate me; my
mother hates me, shows me I’m
shit living badly.
.
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.
All of these Knickknacks Were Glistening in the Gutter by the School Bus
Throw stained socks,
empty the tank, lec-
ture light souls,
banking on, grasping on, tear-
ing us to pieces.
America 2017, #7 & #8, Dead Factories Freezing My Worn Guts
Posted by Carl in Photography, Poems on March 2, 2017
These are not
the silly unem-
ployed, hidden
darkness ex-
ploiting
fear of dying stark-
ly alone, alone.
.
.
More Dystopia Today from Amateur Carl
Another Day, When After the Fireworks, I Knew I Was Worthless
Posted by Carl in Photography, Poems on February 25, 2017
You looked through
the windows blocking
my soul, tres-
passing, vi-
olating love, wiping the
thought, trashing heaven.
.
Not-so-dystopian today, amateur Carl’s repossessed America. America 2017 #3.
America 2017, #2, Digging Empty Channels
Posted by Carl in Photography, Poems on February 24, 2017
When the cre-
vice maims my confi-
dence, and ti-
ny beasts crawl,
raging against my peaceful
love, shadows kill me.
.
More Dystopia Today from Carl the Amateur
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