Posts Tagged Isolation
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
Recursive Empty
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.
One Day There Was Betterment in a Tiny Auditorium
Children holding his
tablets, moving miniscule
planets. Forget my
past, he screams, slowly curing
needy pieces of dog fur.
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
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.
.
Another Dystopia Today picture from amateur Carl.
Two Days Ago, That Joy, So Repressed
Like a dog,
I stretch, legs brittle,
brain panting,
paws digging,
that joy, so repressed, hanging,
chained inside, broken.
How Might I Squash That Fear?
Later, I remem-
ber being stricken
by dread of
what they felt:
How much did they spy rummag-
ing beneath the crust?
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