Carl is mad.

I am no poet
But long for the words to come
And tell my story.

Threads

A silken thread lies scattered in a field of beige
Reminds me of sleeping with you.
Familiar fingers gently cling to it
Fragile hair.
Small part of that warm body
That holds my soul in my body at night
Keeps it from floating away.
Thousands of silken threads
Make a shiny fabric
That familiar fingers run through
To bring me comfort.
To give you pleasure.
Reflection smiles in an invisible mirror
Remind me of its pureness.
Leave threads behind, leave fingernails, clothing
They make me remember you.

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I was a quick wet boy, diving too deep for coins
All of your street light eyes wide on my plastic toys
Then when the cops closed the fair, I cut my long baby hair
Stole me a dog-eared map and called for you everywhere

Have I found you
Flightless bird, jealous, weeping or lost you, american mouth
Big pill looming

Now I'm a fat house cat
Nursing my sore blunt tongue
Watching the warm poison rats curl through the wide fence cracks
Pissing on magazine photos
Those fishing lures thrown in the cold
And clean blood of Christ mountain stream

Have I found you
Flightless bird, grounded, bleeding or lost you, american mouth
Big pill stuck going down

Bully

He colors her face
In shades of blue, red, and black
His art is her shame.

Films

Let us play movies in the heads of those without the gift of sight, and they shall live those movies...
Moving through them... and not let them know the illusion before them. Like what they do to us, we cannot see anything but a film.

Understanding

Show yourself to me
So that I might understand
Why you long to hide.

On children

1. Find wisdom in what
Comes easily to children.
They know more than us.

2. Let us play again.
Find ourselves in sand castles,
Our shelters once more.

Axle

It is so easy
For you to bring me comfort
With your quiet purr.

Stars and becoming

When I look at a star, am I becoming a part of that star? Or was I always a part of it?

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You cry on my hip
That colic scream that tells me
I should have waited.

Esther

Phantoms in my mind,
Memories of ugly past,
They are my landscape.

despoilment

From her he's stolen
Her innocence and her sex
While she was sleeping.

On love

1. It’s not fair to ask
For another to trust you
When you can hurt them.

2. Hold me tenderly.
Your love keeps me from breaking
Into small pieces.

3. To be truly loved
Is the most gracious blessing
You have given me.

4. Longing to be whole
We seek for the other half
That makes us complete.

Paint

Push the paint around
The canvas that illustrates
Our very purpose.

Simple Pleasures

The simple pleasures
That we oftentimes ignore
Make life worth living

Charlotte

A swollen belly
Inside of her, they are one
Her magnum opus.