Poems: 260821 - August 26th, 2021

240821A
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The body is broken
in various 
technical ways
but the mind 
wants to party 
past somewhere 
world's end. 

A condition 
worsening 
made noteworthy 
to sufferers 
such as the famous
and Dr. Strangelove 
on a wheelchair. 

Wheel me in 
and wheel me out
from Purgatory
so I can pretend 
to come out 
clean as a sterile 
sharp instrument.

Not about who 
you would let in 
but about whom
you would cut out
of any deal 
for any future 
dispensations.  

It isn't kindness
that is expected
and birth 
is always painful
being expulsions
from darkness 
into cold disregard. 

No one knows 
what to really do
with enigmas 
of gloved souls 
and other things 
not yet inclusive 
to encyclopedias.

Manual produced
on the cultivation 
of deranged minds
first impression 
copy rite 
sold completely out
first imprinting. 

They taught 
the wrong answers 
to test questions
favouring cheats
told at bedtime 
and taken between 
regular meals. 

Whatever you did
was useless
caught in between
those refrains 
about too little
and too big 
for any likings. 

Nothing to show
for it 
and kept guessing
what it really is
failed to identify 
with what you were
supposed to. 

Keep walking 
into a sea 
until closed up
right over topped
what you thought
might make you 
someone free. 

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240821B
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Reproduced 
final rattle
on a broken line 
drop off life
clutter bin filled
with discards
that didn't sell. 

You cannot sell
yourself 
at a discount store
even if wrapped 
tight plastic wrap
locks in any sex
under pretty covers.

It never is 
what people wanted
no matter 
the repackaging 
same face 
and various features
similarly notified. 

Not the look
was advertised
this season
might never be
any season  
everyone dreams
making a spread.

We are all models
representing our own
personal line 
designer disasters 
trying to make it
with someone 
wants someone else. 

One customer 
from our wanted list
really buying 
the mess we left 
hanging useless
as a bone
on a rusty rack.

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240821C
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Got brained 
about money
can't be made 
from anything 
suspected of being
love gets paid 
the usual hate. 

Romance novels 
now abridged 
to fuck or pass 
without sentiment
love letters
Portnoy complaints
to an analyst.

Some of the girls
go dark side in
to join the farce 
scavenger hunt  
typical boys
look Darth Vader 
killer instinct. 

Expensive toys 
cheaply made 
but all moulded 
into suggestive
body parts 
being repurposed
as mission critical. 

Pop up 
childhoods build
invisible empires 
populating them
slave muscle 
slaughters 
the competition. 

Far side 
of the playground
competing rough 
sex under
monitored nod 
turns away
from display units.

Demonstrations 
clutter the park 
protesting
for and against 
the general terms
of hand picked
random ideas.

Gutless wonder
ascends podium
babbling brooks 
capacity raking
popular nothing 
attention's sake
call girl strut.  

They took away
the last places 
anyone could hide 
leaving expensive
normal stares 
spending normal
time and money. 

Fake stars 
studded leather 
skies of united 
strapped in 
school days tight
sanitary scene
at pulpit pictures. 

Lolita never
grows up 
because it pays 
to be thirteen
forever 
learned the ropes
at twelve. 

It doesn't fit 
proves fragile 
China porcelain 
complexion 
fade out 
to nothing delivers
that far out.  

Crowd drools 
knee jerks 
consensual patterns
cheap exchange
bought into  
new realities 
to avoid deletion. 

Life is prime 
asking anyone 
known to them 
where to get
good drugs 
to crystallize
abstract concepts. 

Fear factor 
more often 
home grown 
in deep 
personals soil
word mulched 
old patterns. 

No good now 
remembering 
nothing new
players play 
their rerun starts 
every first time 
the same tune.  

No one is
who they were 
and few admit
to the crime
of want to be 
failing to realize
they can't afford. 

We talk 
while waiting 
on saboteurs 
leaked out
as comic book 
black cars
and dark glasses.

Super heroes 
safety margined 
by facts
not in any files
keep everyone
more distant 
at cocktail parties. 

Rummage sale
rags of trying 
to discover what
there is to say 
by studying 
fine print 
on labels.

Leaves armies
of the desperate 
blind groping  
the void grasp
at anything
might prove out
as interesting.  

How to impress 
your friends 
without pushing 
cookie cutters
into faces
avoiding mention
of any dying arts. 

Conversation 
never improves 
past nightly news
and what it was
cat dragged out
then savaged 
in the alley. 

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250821A
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Held in between
the want 
and the loss 
gatherings 
with ghosted
make believe 
plotted friends 
were once upon
a good time
way back 
children's books
begin in a place
always long ago 
and far away
getting visited. 

Illusionist scam
where it happens 
old friends visit
and you feel
the good bye 
parties for those
who are leaving 
more than skulls
left behind 
watering holes 
gone bone making 
dry lips crack
fried away
the old cement 
of undertakings. 

It feels too late 
to make up
new endings
for fictional lives
only to go on
all the same
not really 
a member being 
who is remembered 
for anything 
change orders
keep coming in 
piling up 
unprocessed 
mostly rejected. 

Black tempestuous 
seas the souls
turbulent under
current pulls 
at wear surfaces 
surface calmed 
vain beliefs 
treasure moments
anticipated hauls 
along dredge
ploughs the murky
deep thought
creeping of abyss
opens and closes
swallowing up.

If you had arrived 
a million
years and earlier 
that too might not 
have been soon
or soon enough 
avoidant of any 
the usual torn
apart feathery
and scaly things
before beginning
at intensive studies
on what it means
to be chained 
to a rock.  

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260821A
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Literal effect
making killings
uncounted 
backwards digits
undoing of fists
braced wrist 
hand falls off 
counter's edge 
having separated
from reality. 

Gone under 
not coming up 
another down
long slide push
paddling a broken
shell canoe 
through midlands 
of nowhere 
turning a bed 
made soft earth. 

Previously occupied
at a common form
of burial 
feeling the worms 
burrowing in 
all those places 
that had not died 
to feeling touched 
by feral desires 
and madness. 

Letters mailed
to nobody 
reveal casual state
lost minds
resident cornered
the other side 
at really down
those rabbit holes
being several sizes
too small. 

Answers never
come out
from crowd dotted
crossed avid
readers absorbed
in what they think
what they were told
right things amongst
given selections
keep changing. 

Push a button 
win a prize 
in the everyone 
winners game
feeling more alone
than the last
living freak
in the last tent 
last freak show 
closed carnival. 

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Nothing at all to say. You have to figure it all out for yourself, even though I know that might prove far too hard, and you might give up trying. That is what you always do. You give up trying.