Poems
by Bob Carlton

 

 

All Fall Down

 

the silent rage

of impotent age

 

unspoken grief

with no relief

 

a darkness so pure

there is no cure

 

 

 

 

A Broken Song of Brokeness

 

wish i could find someone

who looks

at me

the way Mamie Van Doren

looks

at Steve Cochran

 

and of course

 

wish i could find someone

who looks

to me

the way Mamie Van Doren

looks

 

 

 

 

The Impossible Rhyme: A Superficial Crime

 

“Nice is nice,”

said the lovely Solange,

the nice niece

of the Duke de L’Orange.

 

 

 

 

Right Tool for the Job

 

night

stick

fecal

matter

flash

light

blood

spatter

 

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