Poems: 280421 - April 28th, 2021

200421A
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Breakdown of reasons 
adding some more 
to the glutton heap
intellectual fiddles 
and popularity scores.

Ways of the world 
racked up 
behind the cues 
guiding the players
playing the pockets. 

Burying their truths 
under personal secrets 
getting passed around
usual circles 
holding the twisted line. 

Finger nails 
scrape at dirt 
to get something 
past the superficial
change of subjects. 

Teeth and claws 
taking up positions 
sides of bared surfaces
the sharpened metal
parries of thrusts. 

Hollowed tubes 
bellow spit 
polished reactions
shooting high 
and shooting wide. 

That little game 
played by the serious
breaking out nuggets
of shined meanings
from hard pan lies. 

Towers rise crowded
filling up 
sparse spaced
simulated wood 
and chromium daze.

Bedazzle displaced 
passages of time
all squared up 
to pushed aside 
cornered vertigo. 

Dizzy spiral  
dense heads
of formal clouds
in the blow through 
plastic greenery. 

Major decisions 
being made 
about next generation
artificial and know how 
to redecorate the walls. 

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200421B
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It came 
and it went 
out the other side 
leaving passages 
in constant flight. 

Ancient footprints 
sprinkled stars 
stream time lapse 
bright horses 
pulling eternal. 

Here we are 
held down 
by the pressing 
morning light 
announcements. 

Trying to get at 
possibilities 
being delivered
with little mentions 
in the news. 

It is all too local
slides as silk 
through other lives 
into whatever 
some remember. 

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200421C
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The too small lives
that fit perfectly 
and the too small lives
that don't fit at all.

Struggle to get it on 
and it doesn't go 
never fitting 
in any way at all.

Trying to stretch it 
until it is all stretched 
out of shape 
to any shape at all.

Doing a stretch 
around that bend 
that stretches out 
to any way at all. 

If only it were 
a nearly fit 
but it isn't any 
to grow into at all. 

A little too large
or a little bit tight 
but it never really fits 
it doesn't fit at all. 

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200421D
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A blues guitar cries
something for us 
when we are gone 
dry of tears. 

You wonder why 
there are more blues 
than anything else 
in the regular lines. 

That sales pitch 
that hits at the dark 
stares into
so much nothing. 

Every case filled up
with sample stuff 
that isn't what
happened to be wanted. 

And you wonder 
what is wanted 
while doubting anything 
that you have got. 

Yesterday's wanted 
ends at tomorrow's trash
and everyone shopping 
for some new stuff. 

The scream
that one becomes 
is muffled under 
mock social graces.  

Just a small snack 
someone turned away
for not being something
appetizing enough. 

They eat on that 
in this place
eating it up
and chewing it out.

Swallow it down 
getting bitten on 
chewed up 
and spat out. 

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220421A
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Words that are stopped
short of any attempt
to say whatever 
gets so misunderstood. 

Long lines 
of misunderstandings 
covering the back sides
of past centuries. 

The shoot downs 
that comprise histories 
ending at whatever 
was dropped. 

Mostly never know
what it is really about 
beyond sudden
changes of weather. 

The thin shallow wet
gone into slide through
the flip sides 
down to nothing. 

Catch yourself 
as if you really could 
try again 
before going down. 

Finding you don't 
ever get that much 
from whatever it was
you cared about. 

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250421A
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Colour by numbers 
without any colours 
and cannot colour in 
the pretty details
you thought you had. 

A makeup scene 
that is all made up 
traces of imagination
triggered simulations
along lines of suggests. 

It is in mind 
in blends of memories 
soft edged
going into blur 
against the instructions.  

Everything premixed 
to exactly 
the right amounts 
but stopping short 
of what was wanted. 

Everything stops short 
in relation 
to might have been
and what is imagined 
and then dulled down. 

Covering over 
into the wetlands 
along reminders 
dividing the hardened 
from the moist. 

Boundary disputes
begin little wars
along the brush work 
indiscretions
bristling their antipathies. 

It is a map 
previously determined
and then carved out 
to keep separate 
the various definitions. 

Everything is done
by the numbers now
but then it never is
what you ever wanted 
in any way at all. 

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270421A
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There is always an objection
routinely sustained
in the court of anything at all 

There is always being guilty 
to someone's innocence claims 
when it all goes wrong. 

Pleading with explanations
that don't explain
anything originally meant. 

It takes more 
from what there once was 
before it becomes vague. 

You could swear to that 
if you knew the right book 
but it is not the one you read. 

There is a permanent record
and there are secret files 
on everyone you knew. 

You are always held 
in contempt, without bail
for having tried to say. 

Don't look for any mercy
from the jury of peers:
they often hang the judge. 
 
You wrote your submissions
for review by the courts
but it is never what they want. 

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