240716A
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A little maggot
that has no idea whatsoever
as to how to earn its wings.
It too chances to imagine
what it might be like
to become an angel.
Given something to do
the little maggot does it,
and that changes something.
Now you know how it is
that little maggots turn dark,
and get sent to the devil.
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310716A
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Looking at an image,
and not finding the right words.
A tongue tied in all those kinds of knots
that I used to believe I had grown out of.
It will not matter what might be said,
because everything always ends the same.
A little further away from dreams,
and a little nearer to death.
The feeling of having been erased
from any of those minds
where one wanted to be remembered,
leaving nothing much left to say.
Boil down the dictionary
to a small collection of little sounds.
The kinds of muttering that happens
to seek some ambiguity of notice.
It is the same as knowing the recipe,
and never having the right ingredients.
Getting to mix it up, every time,
knowing that nothing will go right.
When all the searches have failed
to generate even one tiny little lead
everything seems like another case
of perpetually missing persons.
Not much difference now
between want ads and wanted posters.
It is all about what the price might be
that someone placed on a head.
The kind of life that is strung along
only to dangling from a thread,
where everything else got cut away
as if it is all about rolling bones.
Looking the snake in the eyes
and frightening it with a hiss.
Wiping the venom from one’s lips,
having been cheated too many times.
Every fly among spiders is a wanting
to be a spider among flies.
Crack the bone and suck the marrow
realizing everything else was a lie.
It is never the way they said it would be,
in all those commercial messages.
There is something monstrous in the mirror,
and it is nothing that you can recognize.
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310716B
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They say it wasn’t any sort of love,
and what they say they say is always true.
There are a million and more ways
to cancel out any sort of waveform,
that chances to disturb the surface
of any sort of human pool.
That is how we chanced to dissolve,
and now I know we will never touch
because nothing ever reaches
through those interference patterns.
They say it is a law of nature
that we cannot refuse to follow.
I wanted to break it, to get to you,
but I ended up imprisoned in myself,
and I do not think there is any parole.
No one told me what the rules are,
so how could I know which one to break
because there are rules about that too.
That kind of love has no luck charm,
and everything that it ever says
is like something that kissed the face
of nothing more than the Blarney Stone.
I gave up, long ago, where I began
somewhere in the futility of struggle.
The times of legend are long gone,
and what I might have thought a miracle
turned out to be a cosmic sort of joke.
They wanted to replace you
with any one of many a street whore,
in some crazy quilted stitch of time.
Time passes and then it is gone,
while they play ring around the rosie
from dusk until dawn,
but we all fall down just the same.
In some parallel universe near here
I am just a bit of dirt on someone’s shoe.
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310716C
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Most of it is spent,
looking everywhere,
for whatever,
one cannot find.
The sort of situation
that makes one uncommon
in the worst possible ways,
that segregate and divide.
The way flint is chipped
down to a point,
to make some type of arrow.
Nothing is blunt anymore.
Everything has to be pierced,
and everything gets cut.
Easy to get skinned alive,
anywhere you chance to go.
The times have changed,
and it isn’t pretty anymore.
A ceremonial blood letting
on nearly every corner.
It is harder and harder
to get enough
to get out of the bind,
as the ropes tighten and pull.
Feeling torn apart,
in any direction,
with nowhere to really go
that makes any difference.
A world of total strangers
with familiar faces.
No signs of any truth
left in any of their eyes.
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310716D
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We reinvent everything,
trying to make it new again.
Scraping the dirt away,
and dusting it off.
A kind of make believe,
as if the illusion will last
and everyone will believe it
until the next time around.
Cheap offerings
of the trinkets that appeared
as shoddy imitations,
in place of once upon a time valued.
We are not what we were,
in being redefined,
a repurposed, recycled, brand
of nothing special.
Watching crude knock offs,
fashioned from the same pattern,
all getting up ahead,
while originals now fall behind.
The shape of things to come
is far from what it seemed,
and some of us still trying
to find our place.
We can change a name,
remold a face,
turn like the seasons change,
always torn off and condemned.
Too hot, too cold,
and nothing quite right.
Shop until you drop
while buying into nothing.
Encouraged to maintain interest
in any common vice.
Masquerading at freedom
as if to claim its defense.
Do not know anyone anymore
that makes me feel free.
Even the vice is watered down
until it has no real taste.
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310716E
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As disposable as cow shit
and far less useful.
Not even worth a poster
that says dead or alive.
The way it goes toward gone,
wiping the pieces
off the checker board,
the game having no real stakes
in any way worth the playing.
Don’t ask me for advice,
because if I knew the way out,
I would be long gone.
Lives are about taking a beating,
and never making a break through
to anywhere they want to go.
Teaches the kind of lessons
that no one ever wants to learn
so they try and try again.
Everyone wanting to be someone,
having been given a few examples.
There are rewards waiting
high up above, at the top.
If you reach to the sky and surrender
they promise a sort of mercy,
but you have to be remain contented
with whatever you have got,
between the devil and the good lord.
Learn to play the system
only means the system learns to play you.
You stopped looking for love
when they kept offering the wrong kind.
They told you that you were on a mission
but they failed to tell you there is no pay.
You keep wanting to strip yourself of rank
because it only keeps you poor
and none of it ever impresses anyone.
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