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Dark Love

written by: Max Carlson


Winter–that thief of nature,
that shoplifter of light–
is a slow motion mood swing
that chills the soul blue.

Glistening in its blue-white disguise,
it bedazzles then embezzles
first light, then heat,
next color, and ultimately hope.

During days of dark desperation
dismal lips are drawn to metal
like a tart nipple, a blue lollipop
the cold breast of a phony lover.

In one final fiery flash
the guise lifts, the barrel’s unveiled
as lips are blown from metal
and blue smoke blankets the room.

A life falls for loved ones to find
while beside the lifeless body
the blue lollipop lays hot and smoking
like a post-orgasmic cheating lover.

Max Carlson

Max Carlson

Max E. Carlson was raised in Western Nebraska on a farm. He attended a one-room rural schoolhouse through the eighth grade. After graduating from high school in Chappell, Nebraska, he attended McCook Junior College and then transferred to the University of Northern Colorado where he received a B.A. degree in English and Psychology. Following graduation, he taught English composition for two years at the University of Northern Colorado. He then transferred to Law School at the University of Nebraska obtaining a Juris Doctorate degree in 1975. He practiced law in Colorado and Nebraska from 1976 until retirement in 2012. He served as the Sedgwick County Colorado Judge for thirty-three and a half years. He’s the father of four boys and resides in Prospect New Town of Longmont, Colorado with his wife Ann. His hobbies include photography and writing. His books include three novels, The Tahiti Room, The Bible Guy and A Thousand Little Cuts. Others are Bucketcalf, (a true story) and the following nonfiction works: The William Stretesky Foundation, The Hundred Year Dream, Setting Your Sails, Art in the Wild, and Taking Heart Again. All are available on Amazon.
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