Poems: 070521 - May 7th, 2021

[Robert Morpheal]

040521A
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The gathering
of what was gone
before it ever began
continues deep
out into the night.

Ghost lit ships
that never sailed
bound distant places
never known
past grim tidings.

Darkness is best
as to the time of day
covering over
the day's impediment
proved too much.

What has broken
can never mend
among the torn away
from holding on
turned precious.

We do not know
what it really means
past the sounds
and odd feelings
not being right.

They did not let be
and they did not let go
beyond emptying
anything found
still lost inside.

We scraped by
going around the rims
threatened with destiny
downed by descent
damned forbidden depths.

We fall into it
as to the endings
that others want
for others
but not for themselves.

A cruel fate
at the best of it
fighting for something
we won't get to taste
before an end of it.

We are going around
but we have been here
many a time
until too worn
for what we came for.

Shut the door
close the window
tug at curtains
hide that face
in damp pillows.

Doesn't really matter
how we agree
or disagree
it will be the same
come tomorrow.

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050521A
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Didn't know much
about the old way
and don't know
the new way at all.

The new stuff
is all the same
and the old stuff
saying goodbye.

There is Solitude
as the most jealous
of lovers
letting no one in.

I don't know
how we got here
and I don't know
a way out.

Nothing is new
and everything else
is already done
as news at eleven.

There used to be
something of a hang out
but now
there is none.

Things change
exactly that way
and no one is there
knocking at the door

Middle of the day
midnight is a state
in the country of mind
with borders closed.

They are watching
along that road
for anyone
you wanted to know.

They have plans
but they won't say
what those plans are
until we are gone.

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050521B
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Take a spin
lashed to the wheel
of a bum steer gone
to always headed out.

Where we are going
is to somewhere
past land's end
and not on any charts.

A quick cutter
slides choppy
across the body
gone electric.

Down streamed
from any generation
that might have been
the generation of love.

It is not that way
in any place now
where everyone sells
their bits of broken time.

The flower girls all say
it is a bleeding shame
that you try to buy a rose
and have to pay for thorns.

The cat ran away
with a leftover tongue
leaving nothing to say
and nothing is free.

We always want
for something
that will never be
the consolation prize.

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050521C
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Make me up
into someone different
than I was before
I don't want to be
whatever I once was

Something lives
and something dies
turned around and over
the far out side
of what goes to not.

That part of us
that never really exists
anywhere anyway
but watches from afar
what was done and what did.

Prompters know words
that we refuse to say
where they only confuse
the edges of our lips
to being pursed up tight.

I cannot tell you
and you never would
really ever understand
why things change
as much as they do.

Nothing ever comes
the same way it came
ever and again
but something inside us
always waits too long.

All the ways to lose
where no one is winning
and something to fix
with no way of fixing it
time after timed out.

Downed for the count
on a stray punch
that you never threw
sprinkled with the glitter
of cruel stars.

Climbing ladders
to touch the sky
just so you can fall
back into the midst
of nothing special.

You would feel horrible
if you knew
but it will be worse
making up explanations
in a run away mind.

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050521D
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If you ever did anything
you won't be coming
in that deranged state
of being out of mind.

You cannot be trusted
with any of the people
who did nothing at all
and are well known for it.

You cannot be whatever
they happen to tell you
and you cannot be
whatever they don't.

Try to make yourself
into something comfortable
to be worn as loose
as an old sweater.

The invites are cancelled
and your name is stricken
from all of those lists
but you get cashiers' smiles.

You cannot be bought
but that is your problem
so keep it to yourself
as no one wants to share.

Short and long of it
gets taken down
to much the same thing
as doing comes undone.

The way it goes
for any stray monkey
caught up the middle
of someone else's business.

Shred the evidence
and burn the documents
the way they did
for Richard M. Nixon.

Nothing comes out clean
from it never happens
in any legitimate corner
of any known department.

You were never there
and no one kept you
anywhere in mind
after you had left.

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050521E
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Bolt out of the blue
is a riddle
without any response
holding together
the sky and earth
where they are broken.

Everything was coming
to flying apart
as the clouds tore away
flinging frustrated
pieces of canopy
into miscellaneous.

Shreds of gatherings
mulled over
in terms of relation
done wind song
far gable shudder
headed out to rooftops.

Another parade
carrying ghost ships
across glass lakes
that cover the doing
and the being done.

We have gone over
various details
pertaining to isolating
the pros and cons
bolstering stray habits
on both sides.

Tragic thin line
dangling from heaven
gets pulled
during any emergency
causing a full stop
chain reaction heap.

We try to climb
past the oversights
fleeing the sharp pull
carried down under
the getting over
having been denied.

Only the lonely
wet whistle
cries its solitude
into lost nights
turned matchless
long soliloquies.

No one ever listens
that hard or long
to complications
and all those failures
failing to simplify
what was uncomplicated.

Tried to break in
to whatever was left
on ingredient labels
breaking down
happiness into chemical
percentages of others.

Pencilled in
on the wrong rosters
and pushed to join
crippled movements
herded the other way
by the ignorant.

Never works that way
and we are had
as what we cannot be
and forced to assume
various other shapes
in perpetual exchange.

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070521A
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All victories are hollow
and there is always wishing
one could find a new face
from among those in the gallery.

Any face would do
that might look like someone
who is always being seen
somewhere in a favourable light.

Something that promises
a story book life
when it reflects
into the cruelty of mirrors.

One that everyone wants
always being pictured
as if they can own it
as their own.

Something one does not mind
being recognized in public
rather than sliding through gaps
trying to avoid being a target.

Something not appearing
as though dragged in
from unspeakable battles
carting dead and wounded.

A magazine face
that says Hollywood glossy
centre spread in the monthly
everyone tends to read.

The face that is the very same
as the ones in the advertisements
effectively made up to hide
commonly recognized flaws.

All those little differences
that should have been avoided
in a life told in sketchy tales
struggling to fill in blanks.

Fabricating an ordinary story
that seems safe enough
according to old recipes
being tried and true.

A face considered predictable
and to be trusted
to inspire absolute faith
delivering the latest pitch

There is so little tolerance
for anything unusual
between grocery shopping
and what comes to table.

Turn on the screen images
to discover what it is
that is currently popular
and who is trying to be it.

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