Poems: 230820 - August 23rd, 2020

210820A
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Let us exchange 
random questions 
and random answers 
creating a process
of mock knowledge. 

History was forbidden
in its providence 
as every possibility 
eliminated from
any current spectrum. 

We shine our dark 
into the bright lights 
cutting passages 
of follow blindly out
from white out minded. 

Somewhere to hide 
from self betray 
exposures of desire 
analytically  carved up
dissected details. 

Evasions of intrusive 
tightened controls 
and other intent 
at a choke out 
of what was meant. 

Purified gestures 
of expressed rebellion 
against all the plans 
being contrived 
go up against.

They would tear us 
into syllable grit 
cruel language 
crushed lumps of idea 
broken in the press. 

Let us escape
into the never wish 
as a tell all nothing 
sudden of whim 
to give no warnings. 

Dead romance stares
look glass eyed 
reflectors of every 
no one in a not 
know of conditioned. 

We could escape 
if no one notices 
how we got here 
and where we are 
really headed.

Let's get out 
of this place 
and spending time 
in bird cage states
of the never mind.

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230820A
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Schedules and plans 
define the emptied 
nights the hollowed 
carve away of more 
of a futile same 
gets around hopes 
broken and through
at before an end 
gone more badly  
than the start. 

Paper thin living 
strips torn off 
month by month 
bleak spaced
kept never mind
in get along 
hulking rows 
and rising costs
edge of got up to
sentenced out. 

Maybe on the when 
of the inside said
and maybe on the when 
of the outside said
turned same ways
never was or is 
at the inside out 
and the outside in 
sides of anything 
gone every same. 

Wretched place 
harbour of celebrants  
exults any latest 
styled mediocre
do it to the same 
in the same ways
of forever addicts 
and new religions 
gone dry phrase 
death watch vigil. 

Went out looking 
at the gone over 
some other side 
of how it goes on
to forever search
along never find 
hard edge of dwelt 
looks out windows 
for something traces
of a truly meant. 

No sign of thaw 
in the shudder air 
of summer bake 
under a drench sun 
wash away heat
turned ever hazed
circuits of never 
the trace of  any
closer than light 
years of away. 
 
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230820B
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Wasn't invited 
to that party 
that kept us out 
of those me and you 
sorts of moments.

I was somewhere else 
waiting for word 
to come down 
a long sad line 
of wrong place times.

Those who came 
came there 
for someone else 
leaving me to waiting 
as an eye to the door. 

Never knowing 
who might walk in 
to a midnight moment 
past a wisp of dope 
and a spill of booze. 
  
Some say hard luck 
is something better 
than no luck at all 
but hard to know 
in a crowd of alone. 

Was never there 
where you really were 
but I thought of you 
when I glanced  
at the dark of a door. 

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230820C
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Those days
of everyone shows up 
with someone 
and everyone shows up
asking about someone 
not there yet. 

Those days 
of gone between 
all the one sides 
and the others 
saying not much
of anything special.

Edge of conversation 
cuts down deep 
into a knowing sense 
of the don't care
and the soon forget 
any whatever. 

It was a gamble 
without luck 
and a stones throw 
gone a long into 
sinking that far 
on paths of wishful.  

Don't know why 
we lose what we do 
losing it so badly  
all along the way 
to being put down 
one last time. 
 
Those days 
of something up 
to might keep going 
become the fool dream 
endings of fade away 
in the awaken from. 

Those days of never
really winning 
at the games they play
the way you can win
at a casual bet 
or in an argument.  

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230820C
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Imagined a few 
sorts of would have 
gone a long way 
from that or this 
into where we are 
far from not being. 

Filling in the spaces 
as if any of us knows 
what to really say 
between the prompts 
that confine us 
to our uttering. 

Sensory deprivation
has become a habit 
type of conditioning 
stripping out a humanity 
that hides in the flesh
as would an outlaw. 

There is no possibility 
as to purging it all 
because there is so much 
that I wanted 
and to show you 
in different scenes. 

The most cruel thing 
as to the theatre 
is that it sent me 
your stunt doubles 
assuring our passing 
in uneventful ways. 

I have begun to practice
eating at wrong times
looking to bedtime coffee 
alcohol and chocolate
to create confusion 
among the guards. 

The reality of being 
free to any nearer 
than ghosts ever are 
is probably a myth 
created by savages 
trying to explain things. 

I imagine inventing 
new types of diversions 
to keep my mind straying 
away from any matters 
of real consequence 
and to make love obsolete.   

I immediately halt 
any thoughts of you 
in fear of violating rules
about unauthorized types 
of emotional transmissions 
disturbing the universe. 

Some day I will wear out 
whatever there is 
that is anything of myself 
dropping a spent shell 
from a chamber of having
released a last feeling. 

I make a few things 
that I would want remembered 
when I am long forgotten 
to gone very far away 
from being touched 
by unwelcome strangers. 

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Poems about anything other than the anything of anything that  they seem to think that we should be. I could not really, in any way, ever, really write about that.