Poems: 161220 - December 16th, 2020

281120A
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Concentration=20
distillates=20
purified enslavement=20
at treacle sticky=20
gone down=20
prying under
the cannot ever
refusal pray=20
the narrow turn
glob needle=20
drops into=20
social eyes=20
stings infiltration=20
around about=20
secret cornered
places drain=20
crevice talk=20
common assortments=20
chocolate boxed
brainy rots=20
sugar coated
predictable habits
being nibbled at.=20

They took away=20
and left more=20
replacement usual
illusions scatter
any might more
residual time
being spent=20
vast pursuit=20
undocumented=20
nowhere notes
to nobody=20
makes similar=20
vanity wishes=20
the after party=20
real sense=20
fielded happenings=20
styled instead=20
yours truly
personal invites
to the extinction=20
celebrate a cancel=20
events.=20

Boredom dangles=20
cut off=20
landscape sections=20
spread thinly=20
overly casual=20
turned up=20
lame drop=20
kick offs=20
benched penalties
crumbled away
pigeon skirmish=20
past time out
waiting lists=20
stretch pavement
scrolled display
far border notes
strand stepping
stone edge=20
vast nowhere=20
recurrence habit=20
eternally filling=20
every empty
with nothing.=20

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141220A
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Shadows stretch the black days
awaiting the snow=20
as paper under text.=20

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Plentiful loud applause:
no longer invited
the poet of silence.=20

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Both hands clapping loudly:
the master hits them=20
sharply with a long stick.=20

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Tearing off the leaves
the book goes empty
at the end of season.=20

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Poetry sprouts in Spring
turns Summer languish=20
and Autumn dies away.=20

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The tree is held tight
forever reaching=20
toward untouched.=20

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141220B
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A wishful spent wholly
attempts at faithful=20
specious routines=20
reaped only a never was=20
held out at verge=20
of rebuild again.=20

Comes too late=20
to the cannot do =20
shattered statements=20
breach the common=20
drudge mind turns
emptied nod.=20

There the fall off
and the fall apart=20
downed lines
cut off at nowhere=20
but memorized leaps=20
into mad midnight.=20

Resonates blues=20
made hyper lonely=20
feels nothing other
than endless numbed=20
crush down sense=20
of becoming funk.=20

Could have been=20
a good time=20
if it had not been=20
for the likes of you=20
glares rear view=20
haunted road.=20

No way to shake=20
the new ugliness=20
trailing behind=20
no matter how=20
or where =20
might make go.=20

Drop thought=20
into never more=20
splashes wonder=20
struck down
and lost=20
into sunk blind.=20

Nothing is ever=20
made so clear=20
as push harder
shuts out and up
against it walls
of other ways.

The failure=20
at recovery=20
from tragic=20
fumbles slip=20
further and further=20
from any save.=20

Wanting out=20
of no one to ask
and nowhere to go
beyond perchance=20
to dream=20
never our own.=20

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 151220A
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A long stretch
teased away
and stranded futile=20
splits apart=20
as frayed endings=20
along yester-dreamt=20
meander ways=20
gone splurge hopes=20
to over turned  =20
into any never yet.

Knowing =20
will never be=20
in any this way
or in any that way
given the accounts=20
of possibilities=20
all broken down=20
as cruel stains=20
on detailed records
of expenditures.=20

It never adds up
in the sum totals
passed off=20
as pure chanced
getting to watch =20
happy go lucky=20
making it
as if anyone can=20
perform the same=20
pornographic rituals.=20

It is not what I wanted
but I was told
I was wanting=20
and too much
only the wrong things
that no one wants=20
causing the very end
to have arrived=20
at the first beginning
of wide eyed wonder.=20

The not anyone=20
to all the someones=20
crowded out=20
edges of those scenes=20
pushed over side
bar margins=20
of a pop culture=20
image rendered=20
refrigerator magnets
made absolute.   =20

All that waiting=20
edge of death=20
half undone=20
on the inside=20
and on the out=20
endured the muffle
and the blur timed
formal being=20
among the dead=20
lingered afternoons.

You have no idea
what a crush it is=20
gone under=20
and no way=20
to surface up
from beneath=20
clock tick jerks=20
out quantum bits=20
down drains=20
the life out.=20
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151220B
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There is really no place
to store those losses
accumulated in life=20
always threatening =20
to completely overwhelm=20
that same sense of lack
with what never fills=20
the smallest part of it
but ever accumulates more.=20

There is no way=20
to dispose of the losses=20
that overflow lacking=20
any place to put them
and no way to free up=20
any new space=20
so as to take it all in=20
to safe keeping
of mitigating any loss.=20

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161220A
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It rarely rains=20
in the desert=20
of our long ago=20
parted.=20

A few rain drops =20
this morning
but no flowers
from a cloud.=20

We were an idea=20
too long ago=20
in the ghost town
of my mind.=20

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161220B
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The perfect thing
that I cannot be=20
in a made up story
that always pleases=20
most anyone else.=20

Some drink heavily
and some only sleep
while others run=20
empty circles=20
around stray feelings.=20
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It is all so discrete=20
in the whisper hours
where you betray me
and I betray you=20
to other gangsters.=20

Watching the spies=20
in black and white
television dramas=20
conduct covert actions
destroying the truth.=20

So many good moments=20
milestone the past=20
with possible scenarios
of could have taken us in
to pleasant dreams.=20

Perhaps no one=20
ever gets that close=20
to anything as soft
and purely personal=20
as we would have been.=20

Sometimes I forget=20
what I really miss=20
about you and something=20
of whatever it was=20
in the deep end of feelings.=20

Don't really believe=20
you ever knew=20
anything of my mind=20
or that I was thinking=20
anything of you.=20

In the safety zone=20
outside exploding lies=20
I stared at a turning ceiling=20
knowing you didn't=20
make it to this side. =20

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Might say that some of that is about thoughts at the tomb of the unknown lo=
ver. There is no special day set aside for that. Only whenever a few rare d=
rops of rain chance to fall. Not enough to spring any flowers from the vast=
 desert, in a desertified land.