Poems: 270920 - September 27th, 2020

030920A
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Hot footing it
across the chaos 
sacred ground city
of sharp ideas 
cutting at the feet
to draw screams 
from faces 
kicked empty sky. 

Mentally unprepared
in the born into 
unwanted conditions
lack of valentines 
got polling stations 
trying to hide 
from the marauding  
knuckle drag crowd. 

Flight formations 
of willing prisoners
at shoot downs 
blasting stray balloons
of break messages
came out of bottled 
get a laugh at
feelings trapped. 

Abandonment 
into a Dreamtime 
of the more real 
at dulled down
into wakes 
of never meet 
and never have 
stretches of imagine. 

No one 
in the world 
for the sake of 
cares anything 
past fingernail hang 
from window ledge 
listen pushed 
to the cruel drop. 

Falls deaf ear 
scraped earth skin
strips of asphalt 
streamed regulars
travel on full time 
blessed permanent
corporate faithful 
gambling on Heaven. 
 
The choir boys
always the worst 
and hardly outed 
from school boy
locker room flesh
measured boasts 
into score carded 
revolving accounts. 

Saddest missives 
trying to get past 
that Cerberus dog
opposed to anything 
tried going beyond
lowest common
sorted out bit
of any denominators. 

Foul creatures
of gnaw at and divide 
along the fear lines 
of remainders
leaving the scramble  
attempts to save up
crude desires 
clinging bones. 

Not a chance 
white sheets 
not being soiled 
with the worst 
stains of words 
at never comes up
to being any more 
than a heresy. 

All up so tight 
torturers screams 
pressed under  
the screws and held
up against it all
hammered out flat 
from any rise and point
focus of inattention. 
 
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Salvaged Fragments: 

110920A
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Life is an opera 
that you do not know
how to sing. 

All that you know
is how to secretly cry
along with the notes. 


110920B
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I turned over 
to become an alien mind
while still being cradled. 

When there is lightning 
reaching from the sky
I feel homesick. 


110920C
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They always left me
in a rumour 
of their interest. 

An unknown 
among everyone 
of the unwanted. 


110920D
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Everyone I wanted
most to know 
is dead. 

Gone too far
and moved away
from here and now. 

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110920E
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Cruel game 
of too much
and too little. 

Too right 
and too wrong 
to come together. 

Too young
and too old 
to be celebrated. 

Too bright 
and too dull 
to take a shine to. 

Too high 
and too low 
to get through it. 

Too big 
and too small 
to measure up. 

Too rich 
and too poor 
to be counted on.

A cruel game 
of too little
and too much.  

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110920F
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You were never there 
in any place 
that I ever came to 
to look for your looking.

Someone else 
was always there 
who did not want 
anything you wanted. 
 
It went that way 
after learning 
how to form circles 
and holding hands. 

I am not in the middle
of any of that 
but I am holding on
to what we never had. 

They get around 
to making me disappear 
the way knives work
around an apple core.

I keep wanting some 
of what we never had 
with someone imagined
the way I imagined you. 

Maybe we could get away
from actually mattering 
to anyone else 
making any demands. 

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260920A
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Rumpelstiltskin 
weaving the last straw
into gold  
spinning pulled thread
short straw 
broken life weave.

Red tape monkeys 
feeding multitudes
of starving experts 
ballroom dancing 
the blood suck dance 
of the lease lords. 

The friendly balloons
on a pinhead of life
gone popped
rubber rag flutter 
falls into something 
and gets carried away.

Haze blocked 
edge of spatter fog 
doesn't see any 
of that all about 
any might have been 
made up lies.

We do not believe 
in any system
because it tricks us
sliding in
like a knife 
slips in a truth. 
 
Drone dragonflies
watch over 
our make believe
sorted bit parts
toyed with at love 
scene despair. 

Pushed searches
for similar 
varieties of sins 
pencil in experience 
all stale dated 
before Tuesday. 

Dialed in order 
take out and next
surprise hit 
gunshot along
the target line 
stretches of service. 

Feel it coming 
right down 
into the bones 
blocked and shackled 
tie downs mess
of no one cared. 

Never heard 
from a long time 
past cut off dates
submission  
deadline leads 
up to nothing. 

It wasn't anything
anyone said 
that it ever was 
another waste 
of another call. 

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