Poems: 160522 - May 16th, 2022

210422A
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I came to you 
as a Storm 
to reshape and change
your landscape
of washing away. 

Remaining there 
as undergrowth 
dense weeds 
in gullies 
cut by floods. 

Something to hold on to
as fingertips slide off
into empty 
on the far edge 
of a mutual nothingness. 

Such things are best
when forgotten 
past the drowned out 
in the river 
that is flesh and words. 

You could have searched
for a trace of me 
before it was too late
but you never did 
and so it did not matter. 

I existed there once 
in a future of never 
illicitly gathering 
various pieces of you 
into my broken eyes. 

On the embankment 
at the  same place 
where we drowned
pushing and pulling
each other down. 

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230422A
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You're too sane for me
but you can't see it 
so you come on 
and come on too strong.

I have to push you away
from getting too close
though I am a midnight 
sense of lonely. 

Atomic scientists 
keeping drumbeat time 
and I am running ahead 
dead end on a race track. 

If only I could find a way
to need nothing 
other than loneliness 
and being contented there. 

I keep breaking off 
patterns you keep making 
while being an irregular 
among regulars. 

I only read about 
the sort of life I wanted 
but am unable to live 
in failures of compromise. 

I keep wanting 
too much of everything 
that you don't want 
and not anything you have. 

It bores me 
same as a persistent nag
bores its victims 
with endless impossibilities. 

I am afraid I will die 
completely unsatisfied 
made malcontent 
by contented people. 

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260422A
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You were a part of it
as to the consortium
with their ever changing 
articles and memberships
intent on denying me 
any genuine enjoyment. 

Eventually it wears thin 
and the truth breaks through
creating ugly patches 
same as scraped bare spots 
that mar manicured lawns
and make legs look ugly. 

We meander in among
the coloured lines 
dodging heavy traffic
forever on the watch 
for what was run down 
by successions of dream boats. 

Time has been spent
following empty leads 
that take us to nowhere 
and starting from over 
over and over gain 
in staccato successions. 

Drum roll 
after a comedian's spurt
leaves the room hanging 
from one shared noose 
hands mouse trapped 
in each other's pockets.

The future is marked 
to be shot down 
both in very slow motion 
and fast forward 
creating a sharp recoil 
that shatters the past. 

There is always someone
more powerful than we are
to prevent us 
from enjoying each other
and whatever is left 
of histories of scarcity. 

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290422A
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Petals of a flower 
want to butterfly 
winged flutter 
avoiding dark bugs 
trailer attitudes 
foray obsessive hunts 
along the bright dresses 
billows of wind song
comes with weather
and other precautions. 

More of the dead 
killing off the dead 
verge of bourbon dream
styled futility sounds 
the same hollowed vibes
emptied word world
smashed pumpkin head 
into vague impossibilities 
snuffing wish candled
scorches of chatter brains. 

Everyone cautious 
at wilted margins 
shrivelling away 
down creases and folds 
the sun crisped crumble 
of how ever might
we ever could
meet someplace later 
wherever sanity ends 
and life really begins. 

We never do 
despite hearing about it
from unreliable sources
making another crush 
stone's throw gesture
given tantalizing ideas
that we cannot run with
drifting over big top 
sand dune burial
constellated stars. 

Envy looks back 
into communal dark 
interrupted thoughts 
turned flash card
image display pageant 
could be any ancestry
enjoying its transgressions
in harmless gone forbid 
mid today's corpse grove
post Chaplin Mod Times. 

1984 and Big Bro 
came and went 
while we continued
routine condemned  
for not walk the valley
of the shadow heaped
ritual self slaughter
vain attempted meaning
to prove our own 
personal insignificance. 

The totally insignificant 
appearing freed 
to unspeakable acts 
contrived purely 
for their self enjoyment 
where all signs point 
at missed out marginalia 
noted pleasured principles 
made more evident 
in didactic print.  

The instructions prove
impossible to follow
revised version updates
mismatched to components
gone obsolete longing
walks the habit circle 
a never more crowd
scene blacked out 
against urban blackscape
of isn't that anymore. 
 
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070522A
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Mostly what is broken 
stays broken 
and scars accumulate 
to your permanent record. 

That is nothing more
than bird songs 
interrupting morning 
where the light creeps in. 

Another ghost appears 
in the continual misfortune
comes from having met
a long time ago. 

Why do they haunt us 
with the long gone 
that never returns 
as anything solid. 

Is there any meaning 
can be tacked on 
pieces of note paper 
fastened to absence. 

Perhaps if no one ever met
there would be no ghosts 
and only money and things
would continue the pattern.

The more definite losses
more easily cleansed 
of anyone's idle speculations
as concerns fake histories. 

To forget everything 
is too difficult a task 
but someone will trash us
trying to empty out. 

Dig at the seedy core 
with dull edged 
coffee spoon scoop
bits of dark matters. 

Inside besieged walls 
we try to create 
our defensible positions 
for nostalgia and terror. 

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070522A
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Bounced off 
walls of diversion
where anything striking
is mere ricochet.

A glancing blow 
marring an appearance 
marked condescension
under projectile gaze. 

Haven't a chance 
at having chances 
someone doesn't like 
you not one of them. 

It was very different
for lucky ones 
differently wanted 
always preserved. 

Looked from under 
impressions made footstep
crunched down 
upon the dead watch. 

You were the only one
left standing out 
from multitudes 
of whispered invites. 

Everyone was there
who wanted you 
feeling what it is like 
been left out. 

Sideways squint 
tries to see 
if you heard any
and flinched.

The many happy 
witnesses to pain 
you drum off 
in poker faced recoil.  

Best of times some
times worst of times 
counted up whatever
ended all lost. 

Same ever was 
throes of childhood 
amid thrived on
displays of suffering. 

You don't get away 
easily if ever 
from a machine action 
sends bloody hell. 

Piercing shriek 
perforating senses
leaving is no more 
than admin detail. 

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110522A
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I once knew of you
as a lovely dream 
but reality ate it. 

In another place
at another time 
freely dreamt. 

Now each demands
endless recompense
for cold regard. 

Shall never make it
far as any stars 
and love more distant. 

Left for dead
in a turn away scold 
discarded moment. 

Derelict wrap 
cuts action sequences 
with editorial chops. 

String tied 
in butcher paper 
limits of kindness.  

Something tender 
and bloodied 
that sears easily. 

Detailed malfunctions
dragged over coals
dispossessed and disposed. 

Pain opens the pores
weeping out 
mental excretions. 

Chemistry of despair 
where everything reacts
or is nothing at all. 

Signs of skull monkeys 
operating successions
of meat puppets. 

A dance of bones 
after each battle 
is won and lost. 

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