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
