Poems: 100820 - August 10th, 2020

100820A
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Turned it
over and over 
round and about 
all the ways 
of breaking it
out to loose
and torn away. 

Can't take 
tread marking 
soft desert 
hourglass shores
of time drifter  
sands mind
at deep water. 

Don't have 
any of yet 
and been left 
in the crave 
updraft out
of the only 
and used.

All they give 
is nothing more
than made up 
quick pack lie
common stuffed 
ordinary split 
seam laughs. 

Take the really
stink of under
takings of nose
dive loss 
appetite shoddy
more of that
and go.

Delete files 
pretty promise 
scary dream 
mundane apps 
emptied folders 
from the sorry 
bits of scene. 

Toss it in 
to undertow 
takes it all 
the long way 
from ankles 
head down 
the way of pull. 

Tried the over 
into rise 
from don't know
any but cuts 
of silence 
slashes thoughts 
social bleed.

They call it 
and raise it 
stakes of what 
gets called up
truth of love 
passes under 
tough scrutiny.

Can't connect 
any ends 
patch-cord fit 
to plug in 
breaks it all 
down to random  
stranger noise. 

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100820B
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Too close 
to that oven 
door framed 
conditions 
of being burned
hot times
of other than.

Crumb of crust 
for the trouble 
getting heard 
from wrong
sided stories
blown across 
the dead scene.  

Paid me a little 
hit of interest 
before it was 
a take away 
to not really 
anyone adds up
to personal. 

Nothing left 
for the say so 
in a jerk 
up and down 
way fare life 
of here and there 
disregard. 

They said 
you don't love 
the right things 
or people 
in the ways 
you should 
flip those coins. 

Never gambled 
on more 
than false news 
coming out
from withered 
strangles 
of dead vines.

Heard it said 
you were 
but it isn't ever 
any friendly 
note wilderness 
dropped off end
of our worlds. 

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100820C
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You speak colours 
to my black and white 
sense of reasons
trying to give up 
sketchy findings
of not much. 

There is nothing 
between dead silence 
and the shooting 
mouth off
in the corpse lands 
of ultrasonic speed. 

Started at something 
makes illusions 
from random coordinates
of time and place 
in vain hopes 
of making it with you. 

We go on in that way 
until it all runs out 
through our holes 
into leaks of toxic 
plugged with the poison 
of perfect fears.  

Can't find anything 
considered harmless 
on a long official list
of not supposed to have
in the taken over 
from any sort of wants. 

Placeholder wild 
cards in the null 
sets of matching pair
birds all flown 
leaves only brass 
knuckled down.

Kept at the looking 
somewhere in before
nailings of doors 
dodging shotgun 
casual breeze ripple
of crazed swelter pop. 

Counting up the gone 
to do nothing ways
with in crowds 
of know the belong 
of someone
to somewhere. 

We stream out 
into nowhere left
hard pitched night 
no one states 
in ambiguous wide 
interference pattern 
slit experiments

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100820D
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That secret is kept
as to the always lucky
in the don't know 
never find potions 
of a secret alphabet. 

Sitting out side of in
unwelcome zones 
scents shatter pass 
through being cored 
shell of middle. 

Prettiest things 
get torn away wings 
in the no patch up 
edged broken choice
makes hard reasons. 

The get out 
nowhere to go 
around the block 
of glass houses 
declaring curtains. 

Would have visited 
if there was any 
at knowing where 
in plain sight evade
of popular blight. 

A social rag muff 
been broken on
the typical wheel 
wrong ways 
and back around. 
 
Don't know anyone
for call up
sifted out bake
pleasant shaped
lollygag ways. 

Gone bad ends 
on ever stretch 
oh so lonesome 
can't make do 
in deep wanting. 

Always doing in 
the all alone sound
surround of space
gathers stranger 
and goes forward. 

In never found 
piece of rearrange  
door mat dazed
loss of way after 
hour times. 
 
Feels the any gone 
nowhere special 
passed through 
over blown 
statements of record. 

No way up 
to a finding point 
ride on winds 
of happy thoughts 
to take on easy. 

The don't know 
where we really are 
verge of the now 
in always wrong 
places made lonely. 

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Too hot today for any of what I wanted. So I wrote in the cool of keeping away from the heat. Besides that there was so much I wanted to do, that cannot be done. So I wrote.