| Poems: 190719 - July 19th, 2019 |
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| Robert Morpheal (morpheal@yahoo.com) |
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190719A
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Heat haze
mind full
of thunder watch
stricken off
old lists
clearing spaces
for stowage
caught up
in bilge water
desolation
lap slap thud
hull
striking petulant
at dockside
moods
riding it out
a gull cry
distant
from scavenged
heading
wind talks
deep nothing
loneliness
of channel marker
thoughts.
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190719B
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Not going
and don't know
where
anything goes
past not going.
Pointlessly
hanging out
between clues
leading to empty
of consideration.
A component
failure
with no quick fix
solutions
to anything.
Social decay
a broken toothed
gnawing
at faded fabric
teased threads.
Snap
of fastenings
tumbling away
results in more
disrepair.
Caught up
in no one
at a vending machine
dispensary
of party packs.
New visions
death row
threat levels raised
to electroshock
wipe outs.
Word is
an exterminator
was called in
to make deals
with the vermin.
They celebrate
behind closed traps
leaking the usual
false rumour
bait of invitation.
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190719C
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A blow up
sort of day
ending made up
of false conclusions
complete
with footnote
commentaries.
An achievement
of significance
for centuries later
detailed study
of missing bits
and other erasures.
Build up
to usual let down
crash boom banged
human collisions
adding to estimates
of information highway
damages.
A genomic phrase
replicated
not quite right
mutates wildly
into sudden departures
under black out skies
deluge fake news.
Sincerity
is bought and sold
at premium prices
to the affording
of luxury
and talk of love
never loves anyone.
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190719D
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Cultivate
enough bad habits
to define a life.
Always worry
about too few
being addictions.
Mix it up
and switch it
around.
Shop the markets
cultivating
purity of impulse.
Random gestures
must be performed
regularly.
Do something
that is always the same
to avoid disorders.
Take care
to be in tune
with the public chorus.
Your heart beat
depends on the rhythms
of your governments.
Cover yourself
with fat of the land
for survival.
Always be healing
from new wounds
that you did not suffer.
Obey when told
how to express yourself
most genuinely.
Never doubt
rubber stamps
being right.
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190719E
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We won't be doing
whatever it was
that we were going to do
sounds a common refrain.
Blame it on gods
that cannot really hate you
no matter how much
you chance to hate them.
Sometimes wishful
of formal notifications
to allow for some appeal
outside the committee level.
Control is always cruel
prodding and poking
at the struggling in between
of treble and bass clefs.
The songs never change
as to how they misdirect
illusions of romance
playing sell out crowds.
Long instrumental
sort of thing that happens
as an exchange of notes
no one will remember.
Staccato phrasing
claws and cloys at the living
sense of urgency
made metronome anxious.
The conductor
never chances to approve
any arrangements
that could actually be played.
Seems everything ends
in the same old style
of violin cased executions
eliminating the possibility.
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190719F
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They strive for a desperation
stake driven in
to doing wrong things
with wrong people.
A forced condition
of loving it
reprocessed
toward pink extrusion.
Meant to become
a more homogeneous
identity
swipe of any pass card.
Mental fast fried
flip of weekend meat
in and out again
within the grilled conditions.
Standardized knife edge
carve at freedoms
down to bone discard
skeletons.
Gradually used up
in futile chase scenes
of getaways crash landing
into wrong social lanes.
The stains that are left
removed from lap tops
clear out of the desk
as to any personal dirt.
Heavy traffic
eats at and spits out
right down to the core
of any dreaming.
Secret hate club
noted a difference
so you got black balled
to an exit visa
showing you the street.
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190719G
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No more touching moments
strips down my words
into razor wire shapes.
Left to cutting myself
on the sharp endings
as to anything left.
Wanting to know any more
was declared another enemy
of an all invasive state.
Teardrop dielectric blues
leading to punishments
for harbouring any sentiment.
Imagine the cruellest thing
becomes imagining
it could be different.
Nouveau shock therapy
can change that
wandering of attention.
Break down of impersonal
gone to town score cards
that seek nothing special.
Cattle prod excrescence
probed reluctance to join
incorporated herds.
Nothing left to offer
to a designated brand
wanting to mark the skin.
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You do not live in the world that you think that you do, and neither do I, but we can get into big trouble with wishing despite that fact.
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