Poems: 190221 - February 19th, 2021

Robert Morpheal <[email protected]> Fri, 19 Feb 2021 10:41:49 -0800 (PST)
Newsgroups alt.centipede
Message-ID <[email protected]>
130221A
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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
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170221A
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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
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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

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180221A
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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

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190221A
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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

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190221B
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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

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190221C
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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

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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.