Poems: 041121 - November 4th, 2021
Robert Morpheal <[email protected]>
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171021A ----------- It is the table that you sit at and the bed that you sleep in. It is something that you use and the things that you wear. It is the glass that you sip from and the pavement that you walk on. It is these things that you know and that remind that you are. It is the loneliness that you feel and the silence that it all keeps. ------------------- 171021B ----------- You eventually know you spilled moisture for the wrong ones but they were new and it seemed immediate. Sometimes human feelings are what is pointless terms of reference as to emotional and other alleged blackmail. Then your dry eyes found out streaming rivers of sand where you once believed made of stone. If you ever had wings they were long broken off leaving isolate crags burdened on shoulders crushed under a load. Those were the body comprised of memories standing statue bared suffering abrasives of time and circumstance. It seems rubbed away one way and another from anything was could ever be intimate or nearly that close. Everything worn out somewhere far away in some stranger's world of one's own insignificance abject and displaced. Remaining justifications whatever was turned made over as nothing more than stone's throw heaped ignorance. ---------------------- 171021C ----------- Whatever I said dropped into that abyss that made pretense and silent flight makes no landing. No plumbing of depths by means of sound where the idea strikes anything solid echos of understanding. Nothing but dark dishevel strands knotted accounts turn to sordid tale beast and labyrinth. Leaving bread crumbs on a way out fiction the way a bird dances concealing a truth beneath permanent masks. Beginning and ending are impossible bits where no one really cares what happens in between what is squeezed out. An epidemic came souring the cream and infecting the city with mockingbirds displacing clay pigeons. It is always all about the last to ever know and for the good it does when the Sun comes up violating the forecasts. --------------------------- 171021A ------------ Everyone is doing their job just a job they are all doing nothing but their jobs. The lunch bunch hooked up to juicy share internet feeds passing it around that corner table. Only the members get in on it making others wonder what “it” really is that insiders know what outsiders don't. What have you and what you done tattle tale wags getting their jump takes two to laugh and one to go. What happened to you and what did you do it's all about you in the had no say how it goes but it is always gone. Hi ho the herd always listen as you leap no one can hold a candle to it on a doughnut break. Ignore the whistle and stay late waving white flags sake of privilege exclude any fantasies from the record. Going up to never get there and other acts of faith pushed incentive to learn fork tongued wears a false face. Take you down to pavement wishes the best while tell you good work and thanks for the time. ----------------- 201021A ------------ The pawn off self of sacrificed done jiggle bells in the know knots of the dark. Roly poly little bitten bug crawls the sideways chasm loves making fall in. Pull threads grenade launch gone fragment turns meaning felt crowd crush. Mad entrance cliff edge ball stampedes over the footprints that are boredom. We dance the insane steps on nothing crammed images go sonic minded. Flick off bit perpetual dust runs the crevice sanctuary gone a tool too far. Summoned in the green fairy leading lost nerve tingles pried loose. We died again long passing some place easily soon forgot mid demo reels. ------------------- 221021A ------------ Bread prices milk and eggs the oil and the wine pressed harder. We all go for sake of going quick connect little plucky grapes to the vines. Squeeze them until the juice runs frolicky drip down the spurt of skinny seed. Dazed cats scream the fur ball present tensed done scratch and lick the dent. All the words litter boxed soak right up into future label distribution rights. Cement crumble goes fish bone pin and needle cornered privacy feeling distressed. Gang lands the newly slain in window cloud blank stare peeps at the look outs. Cannibal sheep graze the commons down the root vegetable life at patio ferment. How they hang and how they go latest monkey pistol trends the shoot shit. Bus lets off a few prisoners nods the curbside tangled lives chasing dust. ---------------- 021121A ----------- That withdrawal from once was the might have been sorted pleasures made unobtainable. Never really seen another fleshed being years of finger crab scuttles the keys opening the nothing. Said replacement said always better than you were then gutter snipe with porn follows. The lost token left behind as dead forbidden layers gone ugly game pulled back raw. Mass convention of faith healers and salesmen from a coliseum on Main Street. Scurry of rat minds in restricted zones past flood waters rising the violence soaked deprivations. A new breed builds sewers above ground damped down with humours scented alleyways. Scramble connect effusive antennas skitter roof top drop off heavens into ear cones. Repressed rations and night owls doing their droogs on the wind scuffle shots at tarp bodies. Hallway graffiti dim lights enter the sign postings grease laden sizzle of cook stoves. Smoked social mixes with stink weed and chemical black petrol ooze that runs things. Fisted arguments pit bull dreads against the honey tongue slash always the money. Silence crams a dying society making up vocations emptied letterbox and widescreen. A bicycle wheel rolls nomad past a ransack pieces of domain where no one plays. ------------------------- 041121A ----------- We who failed to upgrade and to replace our obsolescence. We who have not kept up with the changes gone out of date. We are not app to where it is at and not being woke or evolving. We came up short of buying into all the right things everyone must have. We did not do what everyone must and not do what they must not. Our wrongs include old versions of new release pay subscriptions. We are lacking the new features to fill in blanked out expressions. We get cancelled from mailing lists ignored in forums wasting keystrokes. We cannot automate and monitor healthy routine regular consumption. We dial up past vague borders of cellular rage misconstrual of texts. We do not know what IT says and no idea as to the meaning. We are not on the map being counted in under the influencers' vast followings. We cannot score the latest games and never bought in to the new attractive. We waste our time in the same old ways lacking virtual and air miles points. Nothing is clear or definite demographic in our virtual relating all subjects to change. ---------------------------