Poems: 200321 - March 20th, 2021

140321A
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These are 
the saddest times 
in a linger 
of stray sounds 
posing threat 
to whatever it is 
that is held dear. 

Counting out 
those losses 
at trade offs 
all came down 
to made victim 
of Ponzi schemes 
played on needs. 

Where did it go
as to what concerns 
the lucky people 
always loving 
their lucky lives 
eyes closed 
and misunderstanding. 

What really was
the real price 
of any admission 
proved out 
too high to pay 
and you do not get 
past their laughter. 

The stray lick 
of deep wounds 
that come about 
in a recompense 
for usual failures 
having tried 
hard as anyone. 

Reasons probing 
the bloody mess 
passed off 
as a stray round 
of bad choices 
being chosen 
from bad choices. 

Nothing good 
ever comes from it 
when it goes down
that way 
and someone sweeps
out the footprints 
of a bad stand. 

The wild west 
sort of show 
where you get plugged
but never 
what you wanted 
to get plugged 
by any sort of press. 

Can't advertise 
for love 
and they don't respect
the high costs 
of any money 
chances made 
from compromise. 

It is severe 
and it goes hard 
when it goes at all 
but that is seldom 
rather than often
between those spaces 
filled with punishing. 

They adore 
what causes pain 
and they want 
nothing more 
than the same 
up tight sorts 
of the same pain. 

Can count on that 
and never 
anything else 
to really count on 
past dulled 
concussive existence 
in regular doses. 

They do not let up
when they have you 
getting you down
until you are out 
on the count 
separating their living
from your dead. 

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140321B
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All the usual cliches 
that comprise beauty 
would be alright 
compared to the usual
manifest stations 
usual ugliness. 

There was a time 
we were inclined 
to think and differently
about any of that 
trick to believing 
we could go higher. 

A long way down
at trying to climb 
broken ladders 
clouded belief 
being anything but
another tumble. 

There is too much 
gets worn away 
in bump around 
rub shoulders 
with grindstones 
in a crush of wants. 

The competition 
is always  fierce 
sifting winners 
from losers 
not having enough 
to place a bet. 

The party was over 
a long time ago 
and the lesson clear 
on the invite list
of who shows 
and who doesn't.

Once that is known 
there is no point 
in continuing 
to build up 
houses of cards 
same as before. 

We will say 
those were good 
times playing around 
with assortments 
of common kitsch 
doing make believe. 

Between wetted 
edges to lips 
sipping tastes 
maybe romance 
being glitter rocked 
imagination. 

That passes off 
as romantic
in some lives 
waking up 
extreme alone 
at haunted nights. 

Having gone 
out of our usual  
to try to meet 
a maybe something 
special moment
going forward. 

Killing ourselves 
all the time 
in avoidance 
of war and peace 
talks as to never 
land never mind. 

Pretending ignorance 
concerns the differences 
coming in between 
what we want 
and what we get 
in the take away. 

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160321A
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Dredging up 
bits of unreal 
left behind 
the great leaving 
gone over 
and over again
some other side 
of common 
gold rushes 
and good times. 

We lost 
at half a chance 
in different ways 
how it goes 
when caught up 
in too usual 
clandestine sorts 
of break ups 
made up 
by arrangement.

The fixers 
do their fixing 
new elements  
discovered 
and don't care 
turned over
where anything goes 
sounding good 
in stoned states 
of out of mind.

Meet up 
with many a secret
want to be rich 
enough to pretend 
being wanted 
and fight off 
beggar crowd
of potential squeeze 
sorting a mailbox 
cram of opportunity. 

Would have 
settled out 
for a lover 
but the letter came
back to sender 
more than once
bringing its reply 
postage due 
on another bill 
mounts up. 

Lessons learned 
too late 
to make it up 
to rise above 
a pulling down
to  nothing but
another knife
pushed in 
at the back 
of can't afford. 

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180321A
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We were required
to spend time 
trying to find 
a stranger's face 
in an unknown place
given no name
and no locality. 

No forms 
of address 
no designations 
no representations
the random selves 
simulate particles
ghost resemblances 
to official truths. 

Led to believe
that was enough 
reality information  
trove of anything 
finds looked for
past the far side
broad side Egos. 

Battered effigies 
suggesting 
whatever
we wanted to be 
on outskirts 
picking at pieces 
of rumours of joy. 

Dazed survivors 
from the wrecks 
of circus trains
passing through 
forgotten stretch
along the ways 
of blanked out. 

Living is short 
fused stick 
die out 
bone wraps 
fall away 
from search for
better times. 

Kept so busied 
they don't spare 
any care 
in the world 
and no time 
is ever left 
for anyone. 

Digging around
for someone 
still understands 
what it is 
and used to be 
all about 
but no one does. 

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200321A
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Being the take away 
if you were going 
my way 
or any way 
we choose to go. 

Maybe for a while 
and wash off 
all that usual dirt 
that passes as living 
in other lives. 

Tired of the show 
being a usual put on 
and nothing more
than miserable 
bad times. 

To  be naughty 
in the back seat 
on the way out 
from back streets 
of common lies. 

Wanting to get away
just once 
to never come back 
for the usual sorry
goings on. 

It was different 
once upon a time 
in make believe 
at true romance 
knock off fakes.

Dime a dozen 
disappointments
losing count 
of bad reproductions
once masterpieces. 

Out of place 
and pulling at ropes 
that sound the bells 
at the end of time 
it is so damn late. 

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I cannot possibly explain it. I am well beyond any explanations. 
Read into it whatever you want. I don't care. It won't upset the meaning and it won't make any real difference to what is left unsaid.