Poems: 210413 - April 21st, 2013

[Robert Morpheal]

210413A
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Little projects
not quite done,
half started or abandoned,
evolve slowly.

It is all the others
that one cannot get to,
that cause the difficulties,
as to evolution.

The ones that have mutated,
becoming deformed,
taking on sinister
and beguiling shapes.

Plans are revised,
after counting the dead,
and paying respects
to the dying.

We do something else,
to fill in the gaps,
between cancellations,
and various other extinctions.

The theater is always cruel,
permitting monstrous acts
defiant of everything
that most consider civilized.

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210413B
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She was the stranger
that he wanted to touch,
in all the ways lovers touch.

It sometimes happens that way,
as to being strangers,
making everything more desirable.


The lure of the forbidden,
where most anything is forbidden,
and it is insane to step out of line.

Sometimes the perfect love affair,
is the one you can never really have,
even if it only lasts a few moments.

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210413C
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The way she moves
is a series of spasms,
part way between
the little spasms of sex
and the brutal spasms
of death.

Each little jolt of her body,
as one shoulder follows
a little reluctantly
after the other,
becomes a mental foreplay
of exaggerated motions.

Leaning on her cane,
at each push and pull
of that reluctant limb,
one side in stiff retreat,
coming up behind,
the other’s advances.

It all leads to wanting her
naked and held tight,
between twilight and morning,
becoming the gentle spasms
of bodies perfectly entangled,
tangled in the dark,

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210413D
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You abandoned me,
and went away on your trip,
after I told you
I thought you were beautiful.

Those words are usually fatal,
and leave no further room
for any reasonable arguments,
severing the connection.

I felt the cut go as deep
as a knife to the throat,
as I lost consciousness of you,
dying to any further possibilities.

I had thought we could escape,
all the trivial types of boredom,
that rattle on like freight trains,
carrying so many worthless memories.

You didn’t understand me,
and so you broke our connection,
and I knew I would never find you again,
among all those broken lines.

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210413E
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I dreamt that you kept me,
bound in complex contrivances
of shiny steel and supple leather.

You strapped me in to the pilot’s seat
of our shiny new rocket,
telling me to go wild at the controls.

You wanted to go anywhere,
where the angels could never find us,
and the devil is only a comic book character.

I wanted to trust you completely,
because I never had anyone
anything like that, ever before.

When I crashed I was alone again,
and you had slipped away
leaving me poisoned with desire.

You left me everything
except the antidote,
and now I am an alien in the mirror.

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