Poems: 190221 - February 19th, 2021
Robert Morpheal <[email protected]> Fri, 19 Feb 2021 10:41:49 -0800 (PST)
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130221A ------------=20 Been out=20 in the cold=20 of never warmed to maybe=20 forgotten the really=20 like and liked=20 maybe never knew=20 maybe, maybe not,=20 maybe and not pulling forgotten at in the don't know=20 more and maybe=20 she never maybe=20 not let maybe=20 she never knew=20 maybe never=20 knew at all=20 coming into=20 the vague cold=20 from cold and back out=20 again into cold maybe. Cold world=20 timed out=20 iced crystal=20 nights framed=20 windows over=20 and above=20 streak the roof top streams=20 with white noise=20 and every other doesn't thing held at matter=20 dearly so=20 in private voids=20 trying to meet all conditions=20 shortens time=20 swept over=20 circus tent=20 prisoners kept=20 under blankets=20 of folded sky=20 falling out.=20 Long cascade clipped ends=20 of angel wings=20 frayed thread=20 resemblance=20 to what passed=20 as tenderness came in time=20 before it fell=20 into a nothing=20 more impersonal=20 truths taking =20 the field=20 characters made from bared=20 metal twists dance of wires=20 played spark=20 shock tactics=20 breaking signs passed as life=20 reduced down=20 to jerked moves.=20 Facts are=20 the manufacture and there=20 one evades=20 any search of the other=20 until it becomes the late=20 noted mention=20 in a column=20 listing ranks that are fallen gone over into never ever coming back=20 to common=20 sorted tragedies=20 with others=20 beings authorized similar lies and their pastimes ripping away=20 the vital parts.=20 ------------------ =20 170221A -----------=20 Everything is=20 in the too late=20 ever after=20 waste of ways. Never thought=20 anything comes=20 chatter bug=20 telephone timed. Looked over many a shoulder standing around=20 waiting in lines.=20 Readied approaches=20 to peripheral vision strange lost worlds are others' lives.=20 =20 Sour grapes=20 long turned wine purple bruised skin deep crush. Heady times=20 at the always=20 something seemed to turn up.=20 The chameleons=20 in chimerical places =20 changing colours=20 at the once was.=20 Can't go back=20 to nothing goes=20 and going forward=20 at being stuck.=20 In love=20 might have been=20 something easier=20 if you believed.=20 The regime outlawed everything=20 and romance=20 was top of the list. Don't ask me=20 for directions=20 I'm not on any map=20 you need to follow.=20 I won't tell you=20 how to fight even if I know the battle plans.=20 Blind eye turned=20 to the dirt=20 of dirty business goes on and on. The laughter of presidents and kings=20 haunts every fool =20 along the barricades.=20 It won't go well=20 no matter how=20 it really goes=20 past a pint or two.=20 We always lost=20 whatever it was=20 was wanted most=20 but that never changes.=20 -----------------------------=20 180221A ------------=20 We hear tell=20 what's about=20 the coming down=20 how it is=20 no more shelter=20 from the storm. We hid out=20 for hours=20 pursuing theories=20 of theoretical escapes and no one really ever getting away.=20 A build up=20 to nothing much=20 past another version=20 of the bread=20 and the wine=20 as measures of time.=20 Everything ends=20 sometime, somewhere=20 including the serpent=20 someday disappears=20 into the same tail=20 it used to chase. The sorts of scenes=20 constantly remind=20 as to birds rising=20 from beds of ash=20 into half light=20 simmering dream.=20 Hard winter=20 makes too common=20 usual realities=20 as to discontent=20 raising whisper=20 hair and smoke.=20 Evolving nausea=20 concerns the same=20 gathering catch=20 bucket bites=20 of stale historians and their histories.=20 Some lovers claim=20 having done it all=20 is the entitlement to given up=20 bowels of lethargy and domain. =20 What goes on=20 behind the scenery=20 plays its shades=20 on the public stage=20 under dimmed light=20 of faded memories.=20 -------------------------=20 190221A ----------- =20 Ghosting ourselves=20 in the unseen=20 behind the pale act.=20 Let's make believe=20 our cripple freedoms=20 sometimes get it right.=20 Everyone is someone=20 somewhere else=20 but never really here.=20 Short of the time=20 and failed at beauty=20 we buy into something.=20 What defines us=20 is always=20 what we cannot have.=20 It slips away=20 as decoration=20 on a slice of night.=20 When they come out all full of wanting=20 what I do not have.=20 ----------------------- 190221B ----------- They only speak of you=20 to annoy me=20 with new impossibilities.=20 We don't even remember=20 each other as names=20 and being years since then.=20 For a moment I wonder=20 what became of you=20 and what you look like.=20 Then it was nothing much=20 but now I almost wish=20 it had been different.=20 You were the prettiest girl=20 and I was only a loose marble=20 in some other silly game.=20 Maybe I ought to have=20 given in to kissing you=20 while we had that chance.=20 ------------------------------- 190221C -----------=20 Sometimes dreaming=20 getting out=20 from all the places=20 harbouring urban=20 savages and wilderness=20 towering mysteries=20 that are lit up sparkle=20 eyes in secret=20 chambers of lurking behind grim faced=20 nothing going on.=20 We are the soft bits=20 that are overcome=20 by steel and glass=20 feelings squeezed=20 into tightened spaces=20 as extruded paste pushed from tubes that rush under=20 street side caps=20 screwed down tight=20 against the pressure.=20 Never really met=20 any real successes=20 but sometimes watched=20 them playing their game of statues=20 each held together=20 by stiffeners=20 in a nearby park=20 pinned hemlines=20 and padded shoulders at the button down.=20 A fancy mix=20 that is personal ice=20 and small measures=20 of other ingredients=20 not so far away=20 from the white lines of heavier traffic where make up runs into gutters=20 causing a drooping of table ornaments.=20 Some of them do try=20 to look powder=20 magazine and current=20 cover images=20 primed short fuse=20 and always looking=20 for the detonator=20 thrill ride dip=20 down the plunge=20 of a plastics and flesh=20 reveal apocalypse.=20 There is an emptiness that resonates=20 inside seems endless=20 rows of cavities=20 structured reminiscences=20 as to seven sisters=20 in a land of cables=20 long before everyone=20 was so tightly wired=20 into predictable =20 matrices of stiff.=20 -------------------- =20 The "seven sisters" were actually a mysterious and very monumental set of s= tructures that were located in the former USSR, and built during Stalin's r= eign. They were believed to have been a system that was being used for mass= mind control. After they fell into disuse all that could be seen of what = remained of the technology inside the structures were various large electri= cal cables that had powered what were believed to have been transmitters l= ocated inside. Everything else had been completely removed.