| Poems: 251017 - October 25th, 2017 |
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| Robert Morpheal (morpheal@yahoo.com) |
2017/10/28 10:11 |
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Subject: Poems: 251017 - October 25th, 2017
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251017A
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If we have a reason,
to get together,
then it will keep us apart
in all those unreasonable ways
that reasons are good for that.
Whatever someone began
the week before,
is preempted, and cancelled
in the week following.
Learn to never make plans.
Repeat as necessary,
until everything is an overdose.
Always begin a new ending
that evades your sickest imagination,
as the only source of stimulation.
Control has it all figured out,
to be anything,
except whatever we want.
All arguments notwithstanding,
and added to the body of evidence.
Rubber stamp the documents,
and close the files.
Nothing left to do
other than the final reports.
Pretending it is always for the best.
Words have become bug poison
in the hands of armies of exterminators.
Arguments dissolve
black winged into night.
Feelings flutter to sting.
Provocations to reactions,
still testing for sensitivities.
Maybe the real mission
launches in some other life.
Pretend this is pre-life screening.
The inoculations are worse
than the suspicions of disease.
It eventually infects everyone,
immunized or not.
Never leave suffering to chance.
It all becomes nothing specific.
Only general knowledge questions
requiring ambiguous answers.
If you know the current formulas,
they tell you it will all be alright.
You might hurt yourself
if you chance to enjoy something.
An ounce of prevention
is worth a pound of cure.
Heed all the warning signs.
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251017B
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Can never be cold enough.
Try as hard as you might
to chill to everything,
but the world beats you every time.
It is always colder than you are.
Frozen out is the new normal.
Simply disconnect your mind
and let it wander away.
You do not really need it anymore.
No one really needs it.
At least no one you would want to know
So it can be disposed of.
You wonder what you did
to acquire another death sentence.
Add it to your collection
of all the other social memorabilia.
Everyone seems to have better options
than any you know anything of.
It was too small for you,
so let it go.
You should have swum upstream,
the way the big fish do.
Cut adrift means carried away
from another accident scene.
You will never get what you came for,
but you can suffer for that too.
You failed to bale,
before your world crashed.
Leaving no recognizable remains,
to establish any identity.
Strange to be a ghost
in the eyes of a passing stampede.
Radio controlled swarms,
follow indecipherable signals.
Cannot seem to tune in to anything
amid all that alien chatter.
New ways to fall behind,
further than you did before.
It only demonstrates the facts
as to everything being lacking.
Failing personal inspection
you feel demolished.
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251017C
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Whatever the content was
it was cancelled and pulled.
One termination leads on
to nothing but another.
You have become the rerun,
no one wants to see anymore.
You tried much too hard
even if it was no real effort.
Anticipations of loss are that way
when you have to live in disbelief
as to whatever
being nothing more.
The gesture of stepping in
is only a knee jerk reality
of hurting yourself again.
You go down
without ever having gotten up.
Dreaming is shattering.
Some count themselves lucky,
riding on missiles
wearing cowboy hats.
Boasting about their histories,
they write off your ideas
as a bad investment.
You hoped to party
before you die,
being on your ticket to Hell,
Wanting to have a good time
and travel first class,
all the way there.
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