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200719A
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Taciturn
choke hold days
and no one says
who has you
a locked down
shut in statement
saying nothing

still searching
for what it is
that won't come
watching
from the window
of kept closed
and up tight

don't know
the questions
to any answers
in a problem
too large
for any machine
made solutions

broken off
bits of tracked
from satellite paths
of whisperers
playing their tricks
on lonely hearts
made lonelier

trying to clear up
the same old mess
makes it uglier
to pretty faces
and it isn't tea
time afternoons
on sunny patios

where to go
from never been
before hereafter
chanced trashed
jumble thoughts
and never got
a word in

through rapid burst
pressured action
pulled back
to the let go
found down river
washed up
near Never Was

crawled out slow
the mud skipper
dosed on blasts
of thin nothings
left the fish
in a sea
called Deep Regret

lonely days
don't know
pace of tides
shore and line
covered over
into eternities
of impressions.

-------------------

200719B
-----------

A planning committee
that never lets you in
on any plans they make

as if you can lose Control
with it dogging you
in its blood hound frenzy

whatever you get to do
ends up wanting
to lose Control

suffer of segregation
outbursts sorted out
in death rattle change machines

sparing of nothing
in their wanting every coin
squeezed out and through

programs of rectification
imposed algorithms of order
racking up brain cues

pooled shark bait
small fry short circuits
into voracious engines

swallowed whole
into a nothing to do
blank stare

of gutted ideals
splayed open
to being cleaned out

sounding shallows doom
warning along the track
and no jump off points

gone past
safety rails
and hold points

of desired plunge
past dissolution cliffs
into a chemical soup

decimation fare box
structured descents
to maze passage

and no getting freed
of the chain reaction
bump with grind

declared inventories
of allegiances
to assigned categories

defined narrows
tight as blood types
details of  matching

recitals of availability
to bent over positions
and shoved up against

narrowed descriptions
of ritual address
confirming  submissions

to random slots
cherry picked
distracted insertions

gone to stir crazed
boil over needs
of foaming mouth

break out stocks
rabid inhibitions
maintain a hold back

tally up break down
and whatever it takes
to be freed

in a never never
of whatever it really takes
to being freed.

------------------

200719C
-----------

Making tracks
is all the same
punch holes
in the cards
compiler code
perforated
stacked
strata of flesh.

Processor
break downs
along defective
data paths
genome residence
in bad sectors
with no recovery
of any information.

Locked out
encryption
systemic storage
to folders
of bad memories
that no one wants
messing up
their screen savers.

----------------------

200719D
-----------

Trying to hit the road
and get out
of no one really cares
doldrums of hinted at
a new becalming
to routine matters
written off
into bad investments.

Forever pestered
for something more
of know nothing about
how that could work
or getting fixed
from smashed up
recollections
loss of meaning.

Being relieved
from consciousness
an only release
carrying a signature
seems official
paper shuffle
disposition
becoming surplus.

----------------------

200719E
-----------

Feelings
dimmed out
and gone
from any consideration
of making out
irrelevant approaches
and everything decided
by forgotten.

No actual permissions
granted in gesture
language
distorts the eye
into blurscapes
of social details
overwritten WITH
bland commentary.

Violently
broken up
to existential pieces
never actually
lived out
side of mental
day dream toss
against blanked walls.

No connection
with any subject
prescribed as relevant
fill for hollow places
wandering mind
a century too late
for any shared intent
of going forward.

No way
will it ever happen
at Despair Junction
of Sorrows Avenue
meets Freeway
rushing past
the wrong way signs
to crash lonely.

The party is over
abruptly ended
festivities cut off
at a cold shoulder
of forbidden moves
and up tight regions
games of appearances
never looks good.

Toughened
for secrecy
of heart sob
cover ups
gone make believe
missions to save
dividends
of misery.

Official statement
clouded over
with endless forms
of disapproval
until no more ideas
about anything
permitted other
than wasting time.

Meeting cancelled
leaves a few
formalities incomplete
concerning arrangements
and next of kin
meant for clean up
unwanted bits
of sex and death.

---------------------

200719F
-----------

Always seems over
before it began
and can read about it
in printed circulars
meticulously describing
every detail
of arrivals to departure.

A gone feeling
comes with settling in
brushing aside
always uncomfortable
rubbing against you
leaving scents
along territorial lines.

That desire to run out
on  all of it
to a screaming space
where no one hears
blood curdling truths
shattering the sky
to break it all down
as too openly transparent.

Cannot go on smeared
full of stage freight
life eaten out to empty
circle jerk impersonal
road kill script
to rest under a thin sheet
of sleepless into early
pretense at resurrections.

Something desirable
goes right past
assigned regular routines
in a rush to never
past look up
from an already gone
to totally boring
disposal of been used.

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And no matter what happens you still do not believe that you are being toyed with, like a pawn, in someone else's wicked game.

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