Poems: 171022 - October 17th, 2022

011022A
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We are the scarred up
to be thrown away
carrying our scars inside
these bags that hide them
from a perfect disgust.=20

The damaged ones=20
too battered and torn=20
for making presentations
in markets of flesh sack=20
gnaws on bone.=20

Ideals of youth=20
a vain apologetic=20
covering extravagant=20
beauty and lust=20
cleaves to and apart.=20

An ocean waves its own
longings to and fro=20
forced  into synchronous=20
stutters of brutal rhythm=20
simulated sex.

If that is innocence
youth is innocent=20
of its criminal being=20
pursuits and passions
forge of idols from desires.=20

How we became =20
being no one's business=20
but it begins in childhood=20
as does every failure=20
suffering multiple tries.=20

Bones of  I-Ching=20
where truth makes claim=20
splitting heated crack=20
baked brittle from fragile
crucible toss of pipes.=20

Those winds of fray=20
tearing asunder sounds
behind walls and fences
hiding desolate stretches
cultivated with pastime.=20

We are the bones=20
thrown into furnaces=20
made extract of finality=20
an a-priori disintegration=20
worming ruined cores.=20

Hacked apart=20
falsified reasoning
the dirge litany=20
corrodes and wears out
those time lines.=20

Time the reapers=20
stalking displaced ash
cannot be something
given recognition makes
all objects of desire.=20

Legacies of idylls=20
sucked out at length
of ancient marrow bone
screaming mind ideas=20
from desperate invalids.=20

We line up outside=20
denied place within
refinements' birthing wombs =20
where some espoused
that more precious culture.=20

The iconic problems=20
where idols grow precedent
to love of any made=20
ideals as hard things=20
into hard mould muscles.=20

Pounded into shapes=20
the way we beat dough
into loaves baked bread=20
coated fat and sweat=20
bitten at and severed off.=20

Cruellest of creatures=20
feels nothing at rising=20
from ashen squat relic
purified amalgams=20
melding cold with fury.=20

Persisting bold
at the hunt for signs=20
soft warm bits
tried to escape
from the feeding frenzy.=20

Whole worlds to crumbs
swallowed moments=20
leaving luminous red=20
shifted blood spatter
on disintegrated sands.=20

A universe itself=20
entirely monumental=20
to its own passing=20
fancied and suggested
sugar coated meanings.=20

We never understood=20
futility of crystallized=20
salts of a Dead Sea=20
existence in deep eyes=20
harbouring fatale.=20

A cargo of dreams=20
loaded up and sets sail=20
already wrecked=20
by when of discovery=20
under guns of ambition.=20

We are not the ones=20
claiming flawless
perfect and immaculate=20
freed from sins and stains
without worn or broken.=20

The future a myth=20
remaining well out=20
beyond any such reach=20
but we keep grasping=20
and clutching.=20

Parted experiences=20
include various functions=20
more gladly discarded=20
facsimiles of renovation=20
gutted out and rebuilt.

From the ground up=20
digging empty plots
sake of rigid organs
formed concrete and steel
spiked prominences.=20

We are pushed down=20
from where we dreamt=20
stairways opening=20
impossible heights
of glimpsed sacrifices.=20

It rolls down=20
bruises of stairs=20
an endless succession=20
left behind at each step
what gave life.=20

Impaled on stakes
imposing firm beliefs=20
everything tries=20
for that better future=20
that is always overcome.=20

Sounds are emanating=20
deep end =20
at the slaughterhouse=20
a muttering chaos=20
of extreme unctions.=20

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121022A
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If sounds of words stumble
it does not matter=20
what they really say.=20

We slash them down
where they are stretched
full out along the line.=20

A writer must be as merciless
as a good gardener=20
in the weeding and trimming.=20

The pull out=20
is always more important=20
than the push in.=20

Defiant of gravity=20
because of everything good
going up not down.=20

Acquiring that sex=20
that is a sexless sex=20
defined in a syllabus.=20

Dissemination spurts=20
from ivory tower=20
phallic outbursts.=20

It is the idea=20
rather than the act=20
comes springing out of.=20

Nothing is becoming=20
being out of nothing=20
vibrating the string.=20

Making tight the cord
that binds us=20
to simulated life.=20

It always elevates=20
to a rarefied condition=20
excising soul breath.=20

Out of mind theories
pretense embodies=20
that whole universe.=20

Where love is=20
only a plea bargain=20
sort of excuse.=20

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121022B
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Feeling as on edge restless
as that cat on a hot tin roof=20
being left out of the cool.=20

The cool was exorcised=20
and the places it hid out=20
all closed tight.=20

Some jealous musician=20
blew the note=20
bringing it all down.=20

Now the only true tones=20
that ever get played=20
are arguments about money.=20

Trumpet sounded Jericho
fresh paint walls=20
heaved sighs made history.=20

Rubble that remains=20
always knows=20
what no one will say.=20

No one works that hard=20
to put pieces together=20
except students of history.=20

Progress is a jerk=20
transports fast food between
bank heist get aways.=20

Pure gold and platinum=20
the mass market rage=20
gets axe man paid.=20

Choppity chop chop
everything getting chopped
the way it comes down.=20

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141022A
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Sanity is not of this world
but only the rising cost=20
of margarine.

A creeping chaos
spreads across a yellowed
blossoming land. =20

Inventing printing presses=20
preserved the silly things=20
people commonly uttered.=20

Repetition being repeated=20
avoidant of the blur=20
that is common speech.=20

Ways they used to make
first and last impressions=20
on each other's thin skins.=20

Keep to the word
that gets coined=20
reward and retribution.=20

Language is a threat=20
even if the level varies=20
and very little being said.=20

Deep inked imprints=20
illustrating parchment whimsy=20
to pixel point moments.=20

Illustrated manuscript=20
catalogues mental aberrations=20
studies of dark lore.=20

Contemporary street scenes
in diluted deluded context=20
pin pricks to a new virginity.=20

The new sacre bleu=20
inks in portable gods=20
all lacking cathedrals.=20

Betty Boop and Wilbur=20
make ex-cathedra statements=20
next to a hot apocalypse.=20

Those who =E2=80=9Cget it=E2=80=9D=20
feeling compelled to say
no more than =E2=80=9Cso what=E2=80=9D.=20

The Sun may shine=20
or may not for specimens=20
kept behind glass.=20

They fade gradually=20
embrittled by light=20
and a tense atmosphere.=20

The old days gone down
to the last gold watch=20
given to lifelong prisoners.=20

No parole officers=20
available to supervise=20
early release into emptied.=20

Only sting and kick=20
onto blackened streets=20
dragging long chains.=20

The length of a chain=20
becoming the measure=20
first and last links.=20

Always ends as it began
gathering living and dead=20
networks of ghosts.

Anchors all torn away=20
connecting broken crowns
made no one and nothing.=20

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171022A
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Parts that are missing=20
make for a stripped stem=20
without any flowers.=20

If only we could=20
be everything completely
sufficient in solitude.=20

What we miss out on=20
we must never mention=20
to avoid typical argument.=20

It only seeks to stuff=20
the hollows and spaces=20
in the most cruel ways.=20

It is not what we think=20
that really matters=20
amid the scold of dictates.=20

A problem of wanting=20
what we cannot have=20
among ordinary things.=20

Knowing too many others
proven so much luckier
never paying heavy tolls.=20

Would be quite different=20
if we had reached so far
and wide as sky high.=20

Blame that comes=20
for trying to materialize
imagined from thin air.=20

A part of the mind=20
being forever there=20
in never free to know.=20

The other part of it all=20
kept busied toiling=20
at consumption of time.=20

There is not but torn=20
by perpetual distraction
knows no bounds.=20

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171022A
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It continually slips away=20
through butter fingers=20
no way to hold on=20
to short lengths made=20
of disquieted and discontented=20
threads of severing off
those same dead patterns.=20

The sort of emptied breach=20
no one steps into
haunted by a continuum flood
carries what we do not
want any more of away
into the drowning pools=20
hiding the deep of feelings.=20

Nothing from above=20
except rains from skies
screams looking down=20
at not much more=20
than mud on shoes=20
and all the scraping by=20
comes with its loneliness.=20

The circus of run away=20
where we try to blend in=20
attempted disappearances=20
into crowds of clowns=20
contorted twists tied
balloons that convey=20
thoughts above our heads.=20

We could become villains
to comic book heroes=20
finding all the other parts=20
were already filled=20
but we walk away=20
looking for simpler bits
in some other's lesser game.=20

No one we could like to
really wants to=20
come out and play=20
so we put our faces away
along with the costumes=20
hanging in our closets=20
to maybe another day.=20

We never meant it=20
to become that way=20
but command was too cruel
and control was too tight
until we popped=20
the way a cork pops=20
out of a tight glass gun.=20

Hopeful of not much more
than fantasies lived through
before a final expiration=20
code hidden somewhere=20
in or on our packages=20
rather than thrown out again
before our time.=20

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