Poems: 091222 - December 9th, 2022

211122A
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War is a dance 
with the enemy 
your dance partner 
stepping to and fro 
in battlefield polish
uniform moves. 

Some of the motion
reacts to wounds
playing distances 
where carnage comes 
from approaches in 
too far and too close. 

Something will go
down somewhere 
felled wheat 
and corn stalks
the way fish die 
swimming upstream. 

There are the ended
and the lucky 
knowing endings
formed scar tissue  
and the little deaths
of whims and wishes. 

Ourselves mourners 
covering it all up 
self same sorrows 
in the usual dark
feigning belief
about perpetual bliss. 

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281122A
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We say “I love you” 
to the wrappings 
and remains of death
once having a name 
pointlessly repeated. 

Scattered atoms 
in an ash pale universe
for the record 
that is thought acts 
and acted thoughts. 

We are the dreams 
of what never was 
and what never is 
captives to the realms 
of own impossibilities. 

What we wanted 
in wanting to have 
in little portions 
of made up existence 
is taken from us. 

Should have known 
in the long ago 
it would never matter 
to any or to any when
the stars blink out. 

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281122B
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Whatever it was 
it never was more 
than what was once 
to be taken
and then all we got 
was it was gone.

Gone away gone 
gone the way it was 
all sure to go gone. 

It wasn't meant to be
and it was gone 
before it came along
it was already gone
before it even began
in the beginning. 

Gone away gone
gone the way it was
all sure to go gone. 

At the very beginning 
it doesn't matter what
word was said or done
from the nothing was
the beginning of 
the same to nothing. 

Gone away gone 
gone the way it was
all sure to go gone. 

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281122C
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Wire is buzzing 
its dead sort of silence 
inventions by science 
for everyone talking 
but no one calls 
down that line. 

Gossip is 
nothing happening 
at far ends stretch 
squished in creation
to that little between 
that fills up time. 

It was all going 
somewhere where  
there is nowhere left
to really go
past the sit and wait
spaced out over kill.

Another advert push 
corporeal failure
wag of tongues 
wave of legs and arms 
as if something ever
really gets done. 

We never got there
wherever it was 
and the nights came 
when lights go on
leaving  audiences
hidden in the black. 

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011222A
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A pig sticker 
time of it 
along the slide
goes in and out 
coming clean 
down the sides
that are boundary 
made conventional 
tokens of squeeze. 

Lost the higgledy 
of the piggledy 
in the blah gasm 
stop gap chrism 
rubber legged 
vergers at forever 
played along 
the as if games
we once believed. 

Stringy hard 
bead game candies 
the sour lick 
beyond the clasp 
down the come 
gone undone 
trickle of ice cube 
lady fingered 
take of biscuit. 

Nothing like 
making out 
made up selves 
short bread prisoners 
second skinned
assortment passions 
chocolate boxed 
soft centre filled 
and sugary coats. 

We never learned
about survival eyed
up looking head
through a black hole 
boarded white dust 
chalky starred world
spill over facts 
and try  to conserve 
some decoherence. 

A wriggle free 
from too tight 
lines of cursive 
love and hate lettered
misunderstandings
turned to misread 
sexual alphabets 
in sticky wrapper 
and lint ball pockets. 

Penny slot done
gum ball ballads
training wheel phased
hook on try 
for a catch prize bit
plastic looted spat
out from the puzzle
mouthed crow 
to better options. 

We dally up 
corn grinder spit 
a split pop stand 
lolly gag option 
the molly coddle 
yin yang times 
gone bananas 
at ice cream lick
the red cherry. 

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021222A
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This grim winter 
congeals its discontent 
a frozen slurry time
along the long past
splashed up against 
surface dweller 
culvert faced rise 
shovel handed grime
of colour throws.

Becomes ice peopled
little frozen ones  
bundled away 
collect mementos
signifying north west
passage cold sided 
long rift valleys
in among fictions 
that we were told 
some once lived. 

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031222A
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In the abandon 
on the left bank 
sold down river 
is the leaving that is
everyone who left 
gone under 
and gone over top
to the bottom. 

Remains washed up 
muddied lines 
stretch shore heap
broke pieces 
parts of  think 
blast effect hits
a slow motion life
going down.

Feeling disposable 
single use 
sort of things 
to toss away 
into linger wait 
bad endings 
at used and discard 
on the long haul. 

Thought it would 
get much better 
but never did 
past the sign up 
or the declaration 
only a sack 
and no one cares
about inside of out. 

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031222B
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The shake down 
and the shake up 
stuffed between 
dulled and dumb 
attempts at somewhat 
nearer expression
in between cannot say 
and cannot do 
where it splashes 
onto bloody rocks 
another Mary mess 
the canned tomatoes 
rotting fish stink
and mouldied loaves. 

How did you know
what no one told you
and what is the proof
they claim hides
in the pudding heart
crush on creation 
ends at never meet 
beyond bipolar rivals 
subject to interest heat 
break down rates
levelled head analysis 
spatter of facts 
soils any last moment
past the tumble spoil. 

If you tell them 
their minds explode 
and the lights go out
inside their heads
so you cannot see
what isn't there
on blanked screens 
advertising John Cage
appears the ghost 
embodying everything
everyone is afraid of
among hurry along 
lickety split jerk
around of muscle.

The truth being 
good manure
is precious scarce 
matters of field 
and stream along 
centrefold spreads
wet plowing 
the moist deep
furrowed leaps
shovel brow into
the abyss harbour
bubbles up times 
spent habits clutch 
at long safety lines. 

Drink deep of it 
knowing sorrow 
follows fast flow 
interlude splurge
of orgiastic 
frenzied defeats
marking finishes 
leaving in question 
what was the race 
to a sweetness 
gone in completions 
leaves only a want
for something more
that is never had. 

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061222A
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That ambrosia 
that you love to deny 
in such flagrant manners 
as cleaves the day 
into portions each 
a different longing. 

So many labours 
all becoming lost 
pretense of filled
that vast nothing 
that is but passings 
comprised of time.  

Many the executioner  
hones such hungers 
to sharpened points
from that adversity 
on which we rest 
as fettered dreamers. 

Imaginings thus fed 
on contraries of sated 
past endless looking 
at emptied glass 
containing all things 
in its nothing of any. 

Left to want for
tastes of pleasures
more Elysian
freed into the long last 
parted stale commons 
of auguries and entrails. 

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