Poems: 100622 - June 10th, 2022

250522A
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Greyed out 
phase of daylight 
starved down hues 
locked into prisms. 

Splits up
and divides apart
all the colours 
were imagined life. 

Splashes of mud 
dirty up the rivulets 
floods of sorrowed 
countless drops. 

Tinctures of miseries
promise their good 
proves not but bitter
and nothing sweet. 

A passing corpse circus 
dancing dead dreams
impaled on candy
coloured poles. 

Far too late for any
and will never be 
but gas lit 
and cloying shadows. 

All feared lost 
to nothing found
left sole retreat 
of gone to ground. 

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250522B
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Endless little things
needing to be done 
escape the day 
chattering disapproving 
insistence demands 
to inattentive disregard
all comes from wanting. 

Looking forward 
was a fool's game 
turned to nothing 
whatever was left
too ugly and mean
to ever think of
scraping from a plate. 

As if the most broken 
is ever mended 
in persistent breaking 
little bits away
to shove something in
that some believe 
loved and loving. 

If you believe 
in prize catches 
awaiting the gullible 
there are fishermen
intent to meet you 
netted before gutting
out the “soul”.   

That makes pliable 
and stops the relentless 
thrashing around 
hurling of selves 
at absolutely anything 
seems in reach
but always falls short. 

Nothing much more 
than unheard shouts 
from rooftop forsaken  
drowned out in vast
pitch sea echoes 
turned social scream
countless suicides. 

What caught my eye 
were broken wings 
but those only play
near enough to wound  
and never nearer 
cloistering victim hopes
under layers of scar tissue. 

Doesn't matter to anyone
whatever we love
being never available 
but check market listings
for what might come up
tickling the fancies 
within your price range. 

What you need 
you can never afford 
and whatever is left
all diminished down 
to latest pop style
hatred mixed
chronic ugliness. 

Don't really want 
existing that way 
dwelling in that 
makes wonder
whether dead 
at some dead end 
of dead end roads. 

Amazing loss
but no accounting 
stained surfaces 
before getting under 
whatever passes
as layers of skin  
along stretches of time. 

The wrong time
to be vomited into 
and the wrong sorts
to get to know 
having been too early 
for the one 
too late for another. 

Gone missing 
either vague ending 
an entire spectrum
makes invisible 
leaving behind 
unseen trails 
meant as mementos.

Best forgetting 
what none remember 
and particularly nothings 
all the best people 
warned about  
as another sharp turn 
into doing without. 

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260522A
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We did not say much 
for multitudes of reasons
always coming up 
matter and after fact 
including the meanings
attached to beauty. 

I would then assume 
your expectations 
much higher than mine
followed by my retreat 
from any forward positions
down to rear echelons. 

I am only something 
fell behind you 
as you advanced your front
lines curving to captured 
then some other arms
forcing my surrender. 

Countless little wars 
ending without fights
in tallied looking 
looks for signs 
not from any heaven
but not too impolite. 

Between the attraction 
and the knowledge 
stands invitation 
guarding any approach 
between nuanced
dislikes and indifference. 

Ambiguities of losses 
mar seasons of forever 
pretending as if we believe
there is nothing unique 
and we are all generic 
bits of Aristotelian ideals.    

We can watch spoils 
from other conflicts
carried on, out and off 
to various conditions 
inebriation and display 
mapped beneath flags. 

This year flags are pink
particularly revealing 
along the flanks
and  missionaries
on the hunt to dispense 
instant conversions. 

Anything can be believed
but the worst heresy 
is to believe nothing 
having once believed
in the ways of love 
and that too was nothing. 

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060622A
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They never think highly 
so you pass the point 
of unknowing and uncaring  
finding only yourself
knowing no more
than being entertainment 
they never pay for. 

Repeatedly assured 
no one really wants 
what you really want
but they always want 
what you won't give 
in an up, out and around
way of such things. 

Hard panned hopes 
once dreamt bountiful 
harvests never came
from misspent labours
breaking it down 
to becoming the dirt 
that it always was. 

Could roll in it 
at the limits of filth
but no way to go 
into anything further 
doors barred shut 
as are the minds 
hiding behind them. 

Dust cloud laughter 
from demented drunks 
with no real idea 
what they laugh about
in the always on cue 
standardized mockery 
disparage of difference. 

A scraping away 
everything there is 
no one can face 
among repeats at failed
attempts fill holes 
never really filled
and rub the wrong way. 

Gets under fingernails 
now and again swollen
splinters of friendship
become inflamed 
bursts of shattered trust 
in misspent emotion 
festers for a while. 

Won't be doing 
whatever it was 
infected and infested 
with fevered ambition
twisting and turning 
saturated delirium
diseased anticipations. 

If it were fatted 
could be a calf 
cut throated and bled  
out for something
knows nothing about
until empty wrinkle
worn out wine skinned. 

Thousands of ways 
devised at cancel out 
the strayed insistence 
might be a perchance 
sort of beautiful vision
but won't be any
and make certain of that. 

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070622A
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Some few endure 
their own dislikes 
and some do without
delights of likes 
in silence vexed 
cruel abnegations
chanced knows being 
every sharp terminus 
past any recourse   
jagged timeline blade
carves ever deeper.

Those cuts away 
pleasers to ghouls 
caricature masked
stiff of habit 
inhabit grotesque 
sideshow theatre
dinner engagements 
point at freaks 
in hushed tones 
exclaiming shock 
and pretending awe. 

Historically confined 
the mind caged 
in replays of derivatives 
long past collections 
dead lines made up
crumbs of cruel
accounts gone public
a best forgotten putz  
made uglier in contexts
of intrusive future
ruined brainscapes. 

Makes bitter rue 
a long ruined journey
replayed departures 
needs forced seeking
new arrivals to sort
through and aside  
looks for momentary 
instant recognition 
that only strangers know 
least expected realms
of contrived exceptions. 

Don't have it 
and don't know what 
the matter might be 
watching it come 
easily and smoothed 
to many another 
without common threads
or discernible reasons 
but their maker 
a different puppet master
than pulls your strings. 

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070622B
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Fractured continuum 
drops away 
edge of abyss scramble 
slips and slides downed 
past the once over 
believed in a heading 
meant for better times. 

Won't be any 
from discontinuance 
jerked about 
the whatever jives 
slag all but dross 
to diabolic crucibles 
birthing never worlds. 

Friends we thought 
though never had 
chanced to use 
discards us useless 
feign valued things
proved merely tools 
for pry and press at. 

Good times 
to be imagined 
reveal as tragic
knows no salvage 
and none saved 
past broken up
splits all apart. 

A danger sights
safe harbours
where none abide
last chance ports
near set of Sun 
sink beneath seas 
of coldest earth. 

Never a thought 
could be again 
except monstrous 
surfaced waves 
drag down 
the mind adrift 
into horrified dreams. 

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080622C
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The only surprise 
was you did not 
and there was a crowd
as to all the usual.

We go down 
into memorabilia 
pastimes of loneliness 
amid the interruptions. 

 And who is at fault 
forgetting details 
in the late afternoons 
as if those really matter. 

They do matter 
to the executioners
creating new rationales 
for cutting off. 

We are the condemned 
condemning each other 
with common excuses 
for various lies. 

When truth be told
it is not a face 
we want to see 
peering across our wall. 

We are the auto-dialed 
romantic disappointment
demographic statistics 
made to feel indifferent. 

Not really the good times 
we say that it was 
failing to declare 
our desires at any border. 

We cross over 
looking for specials 
that we cannot find 
on either side. 

No one wants to hear 
what any of the truth is 
and we all know 
only the crazy would say.

We hide our madness 
greedily keeping everything 
horded to ourselves 
as intellectual property. 

We love everyone 
that we do not like 
who keeps their distance 
and does not say. 

We pay for it all 
so we are able to claim
we have been observed
out among others. 

It is the recluse 
that is seen as suspect
always hiding something
from curious crowds. 

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