Tag Archives: Carl James Grindley

Life is a House No One Wants

Vacant and decaying on the wide Avenue of infinite oblivion, we pull Back the plywood barrier and squat, Spray paint the walls with obscenities, crap In a rotting corner of the living room, smoke Crack like it is going out … Continue reading

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This is an Unruly Embargo, a Rapidly

Failing and flailing attempt to number Everything, to finish writing it all down Before it shifts again: the lesson is that Things change and the next set of sorrys Is some time off, some years away In the past. We … Continue reading

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Blockhead

Four hundred and eighty years ago, Michelangelo either Finished carving or gave up on his so-called Slaves: four prone figures, forever falling upwards And out of their marble graves, half in our World, half still in the world of stone. … Continue reading

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I Thought About You Last Night,

Or more to the point, I woke up with your name on My lips. Okay, okay, I did not do that either— Nobody does that in real life, especially not after Twenty-five years of trying to forget the feeling Of … Continue reading

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