Poems
by Bob Carlton

 

 

Po’ Lonesome Me

 

No one knocks

here

anymore

 

No never knocks

upon

my door

 

Will no one

knock here?

nevermore?

 

 

 

 

 

“phonemic intimacy...”

 

phonemic intimacy

is no

guarantee

 

of morphemic

competence

 

 

 

 

 

One Nightmare at a Time

 

temptation

desperation dissipation

devastation deprivation

dislocation derivation

isolation

 

 

 

 

 

The Gears of Time

 

As the world turns

one year older

the weather grows

one season colder.

 

 

 

 

 

Free Will vs. Determinism

 

ideological narratives

mirror

biological imperatives

 

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