He Was Radiating Love
But the brain still
over the hiss, almost an ocean dull roar in the skull
of sound
Imagine not suffering Godforsaken
contortions
like falls
wants everything, wants you
to be perfect
Even though it is impossible
His head in his hands
his powder blue eyes
see the miraculous
recording in the dark.
Carl Nellis is a steadfast friend, an excellent writer, and a beardly
editor based in Beverly, MA. A graduate literature student at Boston College, he enjoys
tea, music, frisbee, all things Scottish, and all things literary. His
profound and beautiful poems can be found at: http://laughingoverthesea.
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