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
