Carl A.I. Poems
|17.||The Trip With Ashlie And Jason||5/4/2004|
|26.||Two Days. Two Days Later Is The Sabbath.||3/13/2005|
|28.||Walking Through The Cemetary On Heroin....||5/4/2004|
|30.||God Bless Our Troops||4/19/2004|
|32.||Death At Dinnertime||4/19/2004|
|34.||A New Beginning.||4/19/2004|
Comments about Carl A.I.
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 ...
A New Beginning.
The spring has come to us like a well kept promise
you and I travel south
to the wind whipped
clay floored deserts of Southern Utah
where the free flowing streams
talk to you like you're an old friend
and we are old friends.
I hope to never let you go again.
Climb that arch and lie on your tired back