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

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Trippy Wires

Nine rooms, flexing shapes

empty spaces with cocktail

tables, one or two,

footrests, blue trash, Porsche, empty

town stop, one-ninety away

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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

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Recursive Empty

Down, count me
red nursery down,
count me hel-
icoptors
tearing off my  strings, leaving
darkened blue regret.

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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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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.

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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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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.

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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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