Poems: 230821 - August 23rd, 2021
Robert Morpheal <[email protected]> Mon, 23 Aug 2021 09:09:46 -0700 (PDT)
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180821A ----------- Downside of riding someone's amusement guts compress down into pelvic intestinal fortitude pancakes out a nauseated drop kicked by something makes you feel half alive pain. The roll of it propelled downhill gone over top of rise the wind sweep up to nothing though it went fast sounding death rattle and grind wheel before the rush. Every free fall after expenditure leaving empty dream bagged ant colonies cart away bits of cognition the nibbled corpse dead sugar lump losing sweetness. ---------------------- 190821A ----------- Drip splat drop dampened dread deep saturates trod decay impressed window blind eyed flutter wing flops across slow fester dream fields. Nothing up bed covers pull the skin off tossed chair back braced limb jungle over growth tangled clumsy night drench. Body electric short circuit over load break lines tingle numb social premonition nervous jolts into wrist jerk afternoon limp headed mop rag. Mind wipe murky visibility foggy notions kept under glass display cased articles of desire grim indications as evidence of absence. Slips away down into grey muck dead rooted tangle stems jut stiff fingered pointless accusation at careless skies flooded across horizon chats. Undulate waves flesh streaming dead channelled personal rifts scatter puzzle lost pieces coagulated spills embittered milk without kindness. Memory rust stains the plan blood iron caked brown sketches future hand print cave walls claw savaged with wild pain. Wash out carried away the bridges and what is meant for getting over flood silts the emptied eyes turning flesh paralyzed mud. ------------------- 210821A ----------- Appreciation and inflation crossed cat luckless black paths gone over and over bleak over and over same over done tops out at all usual expectations turn over time to over again. Heard tell a perfect one that is a chance in a million chances gone you laughed at hanging myself in vain hopes being around for invitations but when I called you never came. Profiling the soft bits dropped in between amusements match points and other details almost pass as pleasant dreams changing pace and tone to all the usual sorts of suffering. She seems perfect for the last part but no way to know her and no way to know me grips endless number streams played out high staking pointless acts of toss it all in. Play at rings and syndicates practising board room polish gleams foreplay miscellaneous sex acts in between white line highway markers beat light streaks into the dark. Another time and safer places before it ends looped forever cat call wars and factory fates drummed out for late delivery factory dates break it off at always more the same. Could never play that game of post office feeling the push to half way between the dead and gone lame pulling too hard on broken chains wall flowered at glee club corporate parties. Not the what which what who that it seems but existence is ultra real if only on paper slipped in under the bird cage bottoms hot circulate headline storied inconsequence. ---------------------- 220821A ----------- All the breakers and the broken row called answering names. Push you down gets in the way rip off trace of remain been dead a long time dying still kicks thin empty air. Simulate happiness make up facsimiles tasteless horror nothing really. What they say one needs is never any of what one wants. Never equals out can't ever get to even it up no matter what. Secret answers to hidden questions never found by those looks. Eyes have it but missed out and wait forever wrong line. Cannot see what is happening don't know where it is. Time taken every which way between too early and for too late. ------------------- 220821B ----------- Don't like short range target practice cocky aims. Bot bud bedlam beef one tracked veins of mind. Battle bulge first blood hints death mixed tobacco. Tanned hide belches up sports page figured odds. Whatever hangs aged ordinary bumps meat locker hooks. Mechanical smooth out hot metal turn silenced. Another shot fired up into the dark makes its hit. The details are to no effect conversations with vague gods. Over dosed on the empty having nothing for the want. Pay the rent for a bar stool swallowing the conversions. Ventriloquists and dummies binge stagger toward pissed. Been up for the long gone out far from it all. Out of it and only want the soft side pretty things. Not playing but she can score if she wants to play my girl. The last card that came was government counting me in. The others stopped sending at getting married to favourite sins. Show stoppers and cancelled the solo is over blown. Out of tune with the gangsters is just another sort of drop out. -------------------- 230821C ------------ Ghost mice cross eyed nether stretch span of floor. Tugging at bootstraps chews off the buckles. Soundless one feather flight planned at pass over. Angel death plays shadow frightening the light away. Stuffed up assaults value as if it all must be replaced. Got nothing in exchange but emptied bored of trade. It comes to coming down not knowing what up was. Scurries to count once upon a time teeth and hair. Arguments that go unheard against voiding of all offers. --------------- I have no idea if the mouse in the poem was a real mouse, a digital mouse or a hallucination of a mouse. Your guess is as good as mine on that subject. Though I assume that it was not a church mouse sent in as some type of covert spy.