| Poems: 180719 - July 18th, 2019 |
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| Robert Morpheal (morpheal@yahoo.com) |
2019/07/18 19:08 |
180719A
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Staring into space
waiting for a rocket
between the eyes
fidget spin
of sell out time
zero options
clock crawl
to habit forming
conditional waste
shredded inside
as illegible
authorizations
shuffle
the solitaire deck
of grievances
and carry an emblem
signifying
your cancellation.
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180719B
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Soft and rubbery
stretch
of body
melt down
raised heat
liquefies dreaming
pop gun
thinking
dangled strings
broken strumming
the perpetual hum
of dehumidifiers
fat chance
of opening up
in confined spaces
those sewers
no longer connect
with anything
overflow
into streets
after being raided
candled shatter
of empty egg shell
reminiscences
crushed
firmly
under foot
march of progress
broken loose
from planning.
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180719C
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A wash away
dust storm
of old debris
carrying
dead feelings
information explosion
flood
of no information
relevant
to discovery
no one to look up
in the directory
of torn off
distorted faces
stripped of names
the opportunities
slipped away
through bad moments
of forced down
total confusion
cloud cover
forecasts
of taken
and abandoned
into forever same
hurting yourself
by trying
each struggle free
pointless
ritual
self abuse
pattern of promises
as to little escapes
past guard posts
and machine guns.
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180719D
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Twisted arm
pain signature
scrawled on demands
dictated wording
on false declarations
of free choice
selection processes
hair split
any arguments
to the same solution
remaining ignorant
of any other facts
the recycled data
punched in
to synaptic recoil
by arrangement
of aimed
and spent
claiming
assigned target
ownership
makes it a hit
when pinned
to designated walls
flow chart
of lodged
in another rectum
bureaucracy
assuming the position
of butt plug
under pressure
to leave
while holding on
near the discharge
gun barrel
orifice
an impending mess
to be wiped away
by the usual means
of absorption
into tissue paper
legalities
detailing release
without relief
into shit storms
of realities
always conspiring
status quo.
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180719E
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Declared dead
fly weight
holding down paper
gone undercover
missionary
without pillow talk
half baked ideas
turned over
on hot coals
no one buys into it
as they sharpen
carving knives
ripple burst
chemical bubbles
percolate brain
waves
washing across
crowd lanes
turn signal going
static pulse
beat
of heart throb
matching pair
a lost game
then fold
and tear off
perforated response
late reminders
coming across
the wrong way
dropped in
to return to sender
circular appeal
still searching
for something special
in the free offers.
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180719F
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The current formulation
evades the lips
creating a dry moment
broken mid stride
of duelling tongue
nothing as impressive
as a routine fact sheet
recited without errors
breach birthing contention
into the tiniest details
highly sexed brains
lurking in the mirage
of body parts
variously assembled
then taken apart
diversions of memory
erased circuits
vanished friends
into leaving no trace
of good times to come
looking for something
that might prove acceptable
for long term wear
only to find nothing fits
that is in the bargain bin
forbidden expense
of any makeover
attempted appropriation
expelled to stick figure
neighbourhoods
watched
for indications
of a thin red line
beyond growth limits
challenged
and the damage done
in the sack
of harder pressed
for beautification program
dollars
for temporary relief
of various unacceptable
outcomes
spread across time
and deficit
insufficient means
to grease personal wheels
of change
in lack of leverage
to getting answers
accumulating myths
at edge of fairy tale
passed around
romance novellas
of misdirection
time passed
on horizons melted
into the stuck mass
slag heap
of consuming despair.
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180719G
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Next step
to do not know
any next step
past gone over
face flat down
impression made
up against it.
Kept waiting
on an edge
of cut up
has been a slice
thin as grief
of a personals
lock out
Never connected
with an underground
railroad
of getting free
from formalities
found out
and start again.
Forced self repeat
in the same tone
never got it right
first round
seems made up
and the following
of press releases.
Shadow puppetry
jazzed exposee
cannot look
yourself
in any future
of meeting
current demands.
Struggling
on sticky threads
wind up toy
gets the run down
to helpless again
each time going
the sprung circle.
Hanging loose
in the gap
and lost touch
estrangements
jerked around
into new variants
of discomfort levels.
No one
who knows the ropes
says a word
about the rigging
all tangled up
into uncertainties
and bad weather
Cannot manage
and run
a change process
without any more
than a dumpster dive
into pure chance
and hallelujahs.
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That they do not tell you, and what they tell you but tell you far too late, often determines everything. They tell you one thing but it all ends up gone the other way.
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