Posts Tagged Take Me To The Hospital
Recursive Empty
Down, count me
red nursery down,
count me hel-
icoptors
tearing off my strings, leaving
darkened blue regret.
That Hole, It Survives
A ghost sat
on me, relishing
in darkness
my colored
dance with her warm red hugs –
she left me nothing
One Cold Night in Cincinnati in 1982
Sliding a-
way, making room for
giant, dark
buildings with
false fronts, reaching and pulling
teeth and hair.
.
Dark Sun Through Broken Windows
Waving at
frozen suns, begging
for warmer
lives, seeking
quiet times when love will not
be missing, stolen
.
Etude 2017-6 — Walking Toward, Balking at Death
Posted by Carl in Finding Purpose, Music on April 1, 2017
They Were Everywhere After I Awoke
When I hear
the monsters coming,
I hide, and
they don’t hear
me, but they look at me and
see dark disaster.
Etude 2017-3 — Fugue for When I Tried to Write a Poem on Friday
Posted by Carl in Finding Purpose, Music on March 29, 2017
While Working on Using Any Wisdom I Might Possess
Pilots fly
us to the other
side and we
fall, fail, and
oceans swallow us deeply
looking for old men.
I try to Be Good, but Look at My Ugliness, but See My Insides (a photo essay from Fort Smith, Arkansas)
Posted by Carl in Photography on March 26, 2017
