sal carter Poems

Grey street corner
A frozen room
Lonely bed
A dying moon
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Veins bulge upwards out of your rugged hands, criss-crossed with lines,
Pumping hardworking blood around your body,
Your blood, my blood,
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The musty smell
hangs
weightless in the air.
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Mohawk standing like a battle flag,
Darkened eyeliner, metal-cut nose and lips,
Flesh carved into words exposed on his bare back,
Low slung belt, with chain heavy jeans.
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The tracks scream out beneath the train.
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Shot down at dawn
The dew still plucking at the mud.

The lions stare
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and burn, burn,
to the smoke in the sky,
burn, burn, burn,
the night’s a wolf’s cry,
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I wait.

Silently.
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I Lie. On the dusty floor.
Stretched out, while those around me
Cheer. Or cry. Or scream.
And raise their fists aloft.
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o why o why o why,
i really want to die,
im gonna try to fly
to fly into the sky
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