Posts Tagged Isolation
Nine rooms, flexing shapes
empty spaces with cocktail
tables, one or two,
footrests, blue trash, Porsche, empty
town stop, one-ninety away
windows cloak brown tracks
crossing past your vacant face
hiding drying tears
pulsating legs muddle fears
while rivers reverse their flows
I know it’s
me — the people with
nerves — attacked by carts, wanting
to curl down and die.
Children holding his
tablets, moving miniscule
planets. Forget my
past, he screams, slowly curing
needy pieces of dog fur.
These are not
the silly unem-
fear of dying stark-
ly alone, alone.
More Dystopia Today from Amateur Carl
There is park-
ing in the rear, but
streets are emp-
at me to stop short of life,
watch her wander by.
Another Dystopia Today picture from amateur Carl.
Like a dog,
I stretch, legs brittle,
that joy, so repressed, hanging,
chained inside, broken.
Later, I remem-
ber being stricken
by dread of
what they felt:
How much did they spy rummag-
ing beneath the crust?
Forcing myself into the death chair,
thinking, now I’ve got it, now I will do
what it is I lie to myself about being
mandatory, feeling so disciplined when
really, I’m alarmed at how close to
nothingness I have become, and that
dark crevice where inspiration lies
is filled with contempt for being,
and the doctor might try, but the
required self hatred fills the hole.