Carl A.I.

Rookie (08/11/1980 / Los Angeles, California)

Carl A.I. Poems

1. Sw1 3/9/2005
2. The Trip With Ashlie And Jason 5/4/2004
3. A New Beginning. 4/19/2004
4. Maren 4/19/2004
5. Poem #6 4/19/2004
6. Questions 4/19/2004
7. Poem #42 4/19/2004
8. Poem #95 4/19/2004
9. Poem #457 4/19/2004
10. Poem #7 4/19/2004
11. Poem #8 4/19/2004
12. To Paul 4/19/2004
13. War 4/19/2004
14. Cramps 4/19/2004
15. God Bless Our Troops 4/19/2004
16. Time 4/28/2004
17. Trivia Questions 4/28/2004
18. Poem #3 4/19/2004
19. My Day 4/19/2004
20. New Beginnings 4/28/2004
21. Poem #2 4/19/2004
22. Misunderstanding 4/19/2004
23. Skeleton Hands 4/19/2004
24. Reflections 4/20/2004
25. Poet's Poem 4/19/2004
26. Marleigh 7/21/2005
27. The Slide 7/21/2005
28. Brittany's City 7/21/2005
29. The Muse 3/9/2005
30. Two Days. Two Days Later Is The Sabbath. 3/13/2005
31. Utopia 4/19/2004
32. Man 4/19/2004
33. Death At Dinnertime 4/19/2004
34. Walking Through The Cemetary On Heroin.... 5/4/2004
35. Bukowski's Wine 4/19/2004
36. Baseball 4/28/2004

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Baseball

Your diaphanous neglige, wrinkled, wadded in your purse
like your intentions.
My sycophantish responses kept latent as well.
We both know what we want but won't bring it to light
for fear of the moths of destruction
that might flutter about it.
Yet we still stick together like the needle
that intravenously delivers life to the junkie.
Simeltaneously we become bruised
like track marks.

To want a love you don't dare to vocalize.
The reciprication of these feelings.
They flutter inside our hearts like the butterfly
but also cut deep as if the wings were ...

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Questions

In the fall,
when our posthumous souls
are buried in the ground like tulip bulbs,
will we push our way above the dirt
come spring?
Will God still recognize us?
When our delicate brains are eaten
by thought ending maggots,
is there anything left of our lives?

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