Poems: 090820 - August 9th, 2020

050820A
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The no go
on the get go
morning shuffle
follow up habits
to the play out 
dead card 
Rolodex solitaire
into nameless 
snow storm
face memories.

Myth that says
if you know it
by name 
you can call it
to serve another
deep need 
to make something
roll over
beg supper
and play dead. 

The put off 
until maybe 
sometime later 
slotted in
midway sometime 
before never 
and always 
suffer another 
to lost 
motive and intent 

The superficial 
liked 
resonates echoes
inside vacuum 
bell jars 
of glassy eyed
statements minded
gatherings  
of sucking wounds 
groaning sex. 

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090820A
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Cashed in chips 
of the perpetual 
mistaken clue 
beaten out 
and in 
to the hard 
off bargains.

Nothing to gain 
past an ignore 
street sweep 
dusted swirl
dirtied up cloudy  
at drag down
catch guttered.
 
Scrape away at
whatever comes 
crawling belly
creeps traffic 
on the follow 
tries at getting 
an all along.

Sit corner 
in the bitter sip 
brittle snap 
off dry subjects 
poked arms 
of clock jerked 
dread lines. 

Never met 
a real friend 
on the inside 
of the toss 
thin limb dangle
at pure grapple
fat chance
   
Never that high
and getting higher
up and over 
the bouncy walls
corporate castle 
play stations 
in cubicle ghettos. 

Broken pencil 
drum out rag 
tagged corps 
past silent lifers
playing at hero 
gauntlet grins 
out to the door. 

Suddenly another 
nothing to offer 
rolled emptied 
down a river
of no one wants 
any sent down 
to strange 

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090820B
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Saw you there 
in the never know
anyone at all 
along pass through
private channels 
of excommunication. 

We of the order 
of the never meet 
looking hither 
thither and beyond 
reaches of cruel 
trapped eyes. 

Somewhere different 
in the if only 
of the had known 
some right people 
in would have met 
in another situation. 

That is never 
the way it goes 
in the catch smile 
of passing eyes
leaving behind 
each other waiting. 

We are the don't know
anyone common 
living a not being 
in a same familiar
neighbourhood. 

We pass away 
from each other 
in an instant 
express fatality
along the expanding 
of our never know.

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090820C
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What you see 
is not what you get 
at the switch 
blade carve out 
guts of reality
leavings strewn 
about and around 
echo rumoured
broken reminiscence. 

Whatever we knew 
has been savaged 
into ugliness 
punishing attempts 
to know something 
less than brutal 
leaves our remains 
utterly  betrayed 
by wishful thoughts.
 
No treasuring 
moments of that way 
any which way 
anyone would do 
in the make believe 
no real difference 
factoring out 
any something found 
to infinite nothing. 

Change the faces
and smudge away 
any traces of name 
to beyond recognition 
grease painted  
clown parades 
talking about you  
into tin can 
string telephones. 

Wearing your clothes
imitating your look
faking your voice 
and all pretending 
at being you 
for no reason 
of any kind at all 
in the bad dreams 
they woke me up to. 

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090820D
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Thought it really was
someone new 
in the never happened
of any really state 
quantum decoherence
of some things touch.  

An endless chain 
drags along 
the false ground 
under a false sky 
hauling the nothing
heavier and heavier.  

I was an uninteresting 
random objection 
against the painted in 
stretched landscapes 
of came in between 
her wanting and having. 

The matter 
was destroyed 
into the never was 
category of stray notes 
dropping out  as decay
products of symphonies. 

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090820E
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I was the lost 
and you were the found 
thrown together 
in a jumble of popular 
sorted out lies. 

We were not meant 
as anything 
in the mismatched 
usual of toss abouts 
gone bump or grind. 

A thought flutters 
into crumbled 
then an arm falls off 
shattered pieces
of elbow and fingers. 

Would have seemed
nice to feel 
more than closer 
to the lonely cold 
marble passing time. 

Frozen water 
leaks hard truth 
from frozen eyes 
cold shouldered 
on the cold land. 

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090820F
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Fearful trees  
embroider 
an edged storm 
still of listen 
black sound 
pressed skies.

In the kept 
tight clasp 
of all waiting 
held over
a slow motion
breaking down. 

Sky rush
falls run 
over trickled
drops short 
into the hard 
of landing.

This weeping 
is mean nothing
drench of wish 
streams crazy 
as crush melts
into wild. 

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 A few little scribbles, because tears have mixed with other moods that make for a strange kind of mud.