Poems: 290521 - May 29th, 2021

250521A
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It is all in
or nothing 
all in 
your head 
she said
he said
they said. 

We are all in
they said
to anyone 
who was out 
and not going
to get in 
no way no how. 

Out of your own
blooming mind 
they said 
when you tried
to get out 
to getting
in on it 

Nothing 
ever happens 
outside 
but people 
come and go
in and out
out and in. 

Revolving doors
of the open 
states of mind 
and holed up 
dark corners
of roughed up
bedroom cultures. 

Wanting 
for something 
not had
and cannot 
give in 
midst of converse 
into capitulation. 

An excavation 
to be filled in 
carefully 
back filled 
with raw earth 
and animal 
instincts. 

The demands
for novelty 
fleshing up 
story lines 
commons themed 
and subjected 
to disinterest.

Frightened mice
scamper 
crumb chase
timidly 
played out 
by their own 
black cats.  

Black cats 
of the mind 
crossing over
vague paths 
the new way 
of  all things 
chased down. 

Gripping yarns
raise eyebrows
at don't say
shock troop 
is all ears
being transgressed
in the marginalia. 

The author 
given any authority
is no more now 
than a union rates
paid tradesman
making book 
at the casino. 

More practices
practising 
the fundaments
salve ignorantia
puts to rest
stray factions
of brain wave. 

Wave goodbye 
in a blow up
and blow out 
of brain storm 
take down 
of the commune 
into diaspora. 

All the good 
parties 
were yesterday
and everyone
is still cleaning
up their own acts
for the next stage. 

Performance 
becomes everything 
strictly regular 
as bowel movements
and pissoir habits 
avoiding the boys
who suck urinals. 

Talent scouts
watching 
every move
and any make 
not noted out
in dedications
to one way deaths. 

Boulevards 
of dreams 
getting the run 
down and low 
down tracks 
gone over it all 
only to turn back. 

Turn back 
and scream 
hideous notes 
pinned to kitchens
and foreheads
trousers bulged
long march missiles.

Keep going 
long as it goes 
into the gone 
of everything 
traded off 
false promises
of better. 

Climbing down
the up ladders
to nowhere 
solidly backed 
down sides
of given a rise 
to celebrate. 

It takes time 
from time cards
deducting 
for late starts 
and coming in 
undone 
but well meant. 

We commemorate 
forgotten occasions
given the regularity
of computers 
performing faster 
and faster
defecations. 

Given 4.72 billion 
soulless entities 
who do not know 
us being anyone 
insignificant
to their versions 
of being special. 

The medium 
is now the message
between very bad
and much worse
but there are pictures
of what it was
that the cat ate. 

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250521B
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The devil in me
is the devil 
that is in you
and the devil 
that is in 
is in 
most everyone 

Got to get along
with that devil 
or get along 
and go
so you can stop 
devilling me
with devil you.  

Better devils 
than your devils 
get along 
with the devil 
in me 
and the devil 
in you. 

We would be 
completely lost
lost without 
that devil 
that is in you 
and that devil 
that is in me. 

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250521C
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Maybe was pancakes
and Maple drenched 
blueberries sweet 
broke the evening 
into dreamy appetites
concerning others
disturbing the digest 
another day's 
mad cap events 
breaking down 
into a midnight sweat
of frail justifications. 

It is the new 
style of break downs 
leaving old lines 
in singular disarray 
gone stale dated
creature habits 
not really wanting 
anything much 
of anything 
from the regularity 
of common stuff
making sacrifices. 

Where it all goes 
out of the box 
displaced excitement 
more quickly 
worn down 
and worn out 
in eternal rag on 
once was 
looking for all
the world of that 
and never had
much more. 

Cannot seem to
get the work done
but working 
all the time 
at something else 
from a selection
list of diversions 
wanting to subvert 
entire systems 
in punitive revenge
for the boredom 
so strictly imposed.  

The rutters 
rutting in their ruts
avoiding anything
over the top 
keeping their heads
well down under
youthful gun sights 
of exuberance 
feeding on trickle 
mass culture 
life support rations
into crusty veins. 

I do declare 
having had dreams
meant something
before cancellation
programming
and being replaced 
with common
forms of indifference 
dunked beneath urges
urging do nothing 
but waiting rooms 
and passed over.  

It becomes 
not quite alive 
but not quite dead 
lingerings between 
first light 
and bad coffee 
counting up choices
and fairy tales 
among the dead 
ends of make believe
there is still time
to do anything. 

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260521D
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Cleaning out 
things we never 
want to throw away
in some misfit 
state of mindless 
conditioned abandon. 

Gone into numb 
soliloquy
in a self slam 
disrepair 
been threadbare 
and needled.  

Sew it all up 
into packaged 
tight knit 
dismal shades 
tangled despair 
about bad knots. 

Lots of bad knots
never comb out 
of the hair pulling
worry maze 
headlines etched
across the brow. 

Most of a life
can be strung out
strung along 
and strung up 
to left dangling 
from a few threads. 

Not meaning 
anything 
in that way 
and gather up
memories dared
look forward. 

What was there 
waiting for you 
at arrivals 
other than another
new departure
headed out. 

We linger
in the intervals 
that space out 
minds and words 
into Linotype syntax 
of arrangements.  

Morning news 
and then forgotten 
archived  
surveillance records 
counting statistics
passed through. 

Whatever it was
that we wanted
has been removed
from circulation 
then replaced 
with old ideas.  

What we brought
and whatever was 
that we came for 
is no longer valid
sale or trade 
at their markets. 

We are the pawns 
no broker takes 
into any windows
on display 
as any measure 
of retained value. 

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