Poems: 290820 - August 29th, 2020

240820A
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Bitter evenings 
cruel mornings 
and not wanting
any of being  
pushed over mid
way shoved along 
forced down in
pop styles pretend 
happy living.

Make believe 
at pretend openings 
all those doors 
that stay closed 
to good times 
gone behind 
entries of everyone 
keeping secrets
in secret crowds. 
 
Assassinations 
carried out 
against dissidents 
making it happen 
kills the meanings 
might before   
the public infects
with any unusual
strange ideas. 

Up in their towers 
controllers adjust 
volumes and levels
on public control 
fine tuned signals
habituation modes
mass consumption
stimulus response. 

Originals destroyed
raises the values 
of cheap copies 
and flags flown 
over head space 
filled disposable 
with no one cares 
the trash collection
of culture shocks. 

Dinner party rumours
to the uninvited 
changed world 
written out of scene
might have been 
mostly the all loss 
along sharp cut 
militant lines 
social attacks. 

We were never there 
at their parties 
where they kept you
a guarded secret 
from the likes of 
and walked alone 
on the always wrong
side of any side
of their tracks

In those days 
the tribes gathered 
wild fantasies  
of something hot
going on inside 
a never really
ever was the many 
sided wishful 
tomorrows.  

An all over now  
end sense 
tease culture    
wandered into 
starts at tails 
ending never long
times before
making conclusive 
good bye evidence.

Missing something 
of the everything 
would have been
anything of us 
escape of never know
and left feelings 
that are flesh 
flayed off a ghost 
of no chance. 

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240820B
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Crying deep under 
stone cold nothing 
burial feelings know 
nothing is all 
ever came of 
showed up damp
seep of edge around
chill pair eyes.

Watch for smiles 
not taken serious 
in serious places 
wiped out face
off starting gate
shop rag stuffed
greased corners 
into jar mouth.

Slam dunk doors 
don't open past 
regular announced 
shut downs close
your mind 
to whatever was 
would have made  
anything happy. 

Hundreds of thousands 
of the millions 
all of whom can't 
meet a right one 
for that good time 
before an execution 
goes televised 
to commercial breaks.

Every plot line 
that ever crept in
never mind  none
required someone 
playing a part 
in no going out 
from one's own 
simply to play Tag. 

Wrap it up 
as what was left 
from everyone's greed
at the no account 
changed tastes 
in everything 
happens too early 
and happens too late. 

No making it 
at the how to 
make it big really
so go manuals
cram of misdirection 
at the up coming
with all new
random replacement 
framework systems. 

Insider jokes 
at the best of  
where were you 
missed you 
getting out some  
for everyone there
had their really
good time.
 
Broken machines 
at the patch up
shot down plugs
fills up same 
holes and no way
further than hate 
what then becomes
of being polite. 

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260820A
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Days of a living
looks like a dying 
on any Lonely Street 
by any other name 
in all the same 
program said
sweet or bitter
nothings to offer 
at not anyone 
to any wants. 

It wasn't a plan
submitted to authority
official reviews 
year to year statistics 
demonstrated lack 
of any real progress
and never approved  
by any third party 
joining into triangles 
of broken apart. 

The action figures 
in crowded scenes
sidewalk patterned 
moulded features 
riding slot car
engines of passing 
exhaust of love 
after shock caffeine
morning afters 
of regular tremors. 

Wear something 
different every day 
saying nothing 
in any way unusual 
invent histories 
easy for everyone 
to forget 
at tell again time
filling strange spaces
with normal lies. 

Live in fear 
stray thoughts 
intercepted 
by tactical unit 
Nova Cop tear gassed 
weekend plans 
attempted get 
away corporate 
image flash burn 
data onto retinas.

Hotkey Hell 
buzz of entry 
error drops 
chem trail scorch  
ground of cortex 
micro managers 
watching both sides
then back you up
against the door
of glowing scream.

Tongue tied 
cannot spit 
a venom word 
up stream 
against silent 
sounds down 
under the no one 
ever hears 
what is coming 
sudden crush. 
 
Desperate heading 
cruises the nowhere 
left to get in
to been around 
all those circuits 
in current demand
with lectured 
and shocked 
organization chart
fixed components.

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290820A
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Ever long 
the deep feel 
mind plunge 
into synapse webs 
of black widow 
sticky thoughts 
melt the flesh 
into linger afternoon 
bliss of forgetting 
the lost worlds 
dream packages 
holiday tours 
taking a night bus
for the sake of visits
to dead relatives.

Never made it 
to a killing  
for all the trying 
to nail it down 
tight to margins 
gone bone pile 
to bone pile 
for keep sake 
loss mementos 
providing something
to nearly celebrate 
built up character 
attempted survivals 
in a simulator 
of end games. 

Something inviting
looks away 
from the damaged 
and still believing 
in the power 
and the story 
promissory something 
of a good time 
crowd of ordinary 
forever hangs out 
anything but dry 
nibbles on lines 
trolled for deep
doubts of value
as to soft wormed. 

Nothing really 
seems to touch 
outside of violent 
acts of the cruel 
practicing anesthesia 
into word slur 
tenderizing the meat 
then salt rub 
of sweaty bodies 
clinging to feeling 
nothing much 
more than desires
for another dose 
of mattress slabbed
rapid needling. 

An alien sense 
of distant observation
along the borderline
of curbside patio
and stones thrown 
machine gun sounds
going rapid burst 
drill language 
evokes the required 
target smiles attention
gaze bulls eyes 
glare listening 
for the pass sirens 
ferry wounded deer
merged with headlights. 

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Poetry is often really quite outrageous and often has something outrageous to say. Maybe that is why I prefer it as a medium of expression.