Wednesday, June 25, 2025

A Thin Invisible Line By Bob Carlton


the brain wants

what the heart can’t have


especially here where

joy and misery are separated


by just a single

slug of tequila


by just a single

bad song on the sound system


by just a single

word dropped from a cruel height


straight as a shot

onto your head






Bob Carlton lives a life almost totally devoid of outward incident in Leander, Texas.





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