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Poems: 080821 - August 8th, 2021
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Robert Morpheal
Aug 8, 2021, 11:57:37 PM8/8/21
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060821A
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Crying the tears
that matter
to no one ever
except yourself.
You're the exception
stared blank turned
inside and out
arranged backward.
What we hide
from the public
at gatherings
that we don't have.
In that bunch
a random pull
up from the roots
and cut short.
Friendly people
never tell the truth
or what was seen
on the labels.
They leave you
finding your own
and a way out
sense of not being.
Can't shoot straight
gone out of range
scattershot possibility
of misplaced feeling.
There is no one
to dance with
in the rain
and then it's gone.
----------------------
070821A
------------
It piles up now
in that almost never
getting done
sense of being done
as to done out
and done in
until it all feels
the same done for.
Getting done
by someone
you don't know
who has done you
but you are done
and you know
you are done
in the worst ways.
They want you
finished at doing
and done for
in all those ways
you can finish up
at a sense of being
finished right off
and up ended.
You offered
but were declined
in impolite ways
being made
feeling unwelcome
at take a hint
then cancel out
your memberships.
Only on paper
parts of listings
compiled stray
names remaining
outside real
network elements
and you pay twice
for the privilege.
You are no more
any real part
of the master plan
and your marginalia
not wanted edges
far side of any
secret scenes of after
hostile take overs.
You are relieved
into forever states
of tensions
finishing you
with redirects
you cannot follow
leaving you
so finished off.
------------------
070821B
-----------
The nausea
knowing no illness
reminds you
about all the parts
thrown together
becoming unfortunate
instances of anatomy.
Your bad record
as to vomiting
several times a day
in full public view
stands opposite
to glossolalia
and angel tongues.
You picked
a wrong language
but it is too late
trying to change
and true romance
endings force fed
your own words.
Impoverished tell
scanty worded
abridged sources
turned dispassion
gunshot punctuation
of command lines
screen entered.
Naturally avoiding
fish mongers
rice grain swells
and endangerment
on church steps
sake of rights
and never had.
People who know
what to say
are avoiding you
shutting you in
shutting you down
closing you up
like a banned book.
No one reads you
the way it is
or was meant
but take your time
finding nothing
you really need
or actually want.
Extinct certainty
before the beginning
getting used
at whatever never
ever wanted
never could choose
to really.
Scrubbed missions
shelved ideas
give long statements
never to be taken
into account
crossing random
pain thresholds.
Assessors come
only to say
you have nothing
to offer leaving
offerings of better
luck fictions about
next lifetimes.
Seeing them out
past tea and biscuits
resemble mummified
lady fingers left
prior visitors having
snapped off
years ago.
Nothing returns
but push away
up to you could
distrust something
beyond a door
marked public
and relations.
Don't believe
in lead astray
but stand accused
at distrusted
failed at find a god
willing to contract
being on side.
Armies of lawyers
leave the room
shredding legal briefs
expired past
best before dates
so the judge levies
a largest fine.
No one can pay
that much
for a new identity
comes complete with
new friends handy
knowledge base
and reference guide.
Nagging desires
for new skins
crawled into just
girl knows the like
invoke the godloss
game of flats
at Dianic attraction.
Lithe sprite
extended greeting
the pastoral waif
takes in to every
her confidence
a pure blend
paired feminine.
Sensual cure
long linger comes
away intra malaise
leaving hard things
with harder ways
from poverty thrusts
a dirty recompense.
Adds something
to be despised
for claw reach
manipulators run
the labour gangs
cripple landscapes
bared Brutalism.
Stacks of block
smell diapers
and bleach
knock it down
and knock it up
play house
live and learns.
Everything bruises
on the insides
wrapped up
birth and death
moments of squeeze
through something
caught between.
Everyone loses
any and all interest
sing along
the shag chorus
“them dry bones”
word being out
on street corners.
Street corner girls
with egg shell eyes
run hands
through hair nests
jerking lures
spasm headed
lurching fish lines.
What was milked
gone sour
fracturing bloodshot
white surfaces
destroying the mesh
of the afternoons
along glitter tracks.
Used to be
something pretty
bang ends
every chooses
various habits
reward pointed
prayer answers.
Anything good
comes out of it
comes from the blue
to the condemned
wander through
at never know
who, if, or when.
---------------------
070821C
------------
Not wanting to be
always so very alone
makes us lonelier
leaving empty places
staring back
making accusations
to which we prepare
defence arguments
that are cross examined.
It always breaks down
in the questioning
of what might have been
done very differently
while trying to recollect
how it used to be done
by anyone we once knew
in a search for clues
to aid the investigation.
We want to cooperate
in our own best interests
never withholding
the facts of the evening
trying to fill in gaps
giving a complete account
start to finish just in case
we missed something
makes any difference.
There must be something
we were not good at
emptied the space
between visits
and ghosts of visits
lingering in the air
long after the interval
and over thinking
what went wrong.
It simply never was
the way it happens
in the movies
and on television
so we know
it did not go well
in our pilot episode
being pulled
from the lineup.
--------------------
080821A
------------
Remembering what
freedom there was
when someone gave
without a show and tell
that makes innocence
into market wares.
It never is anymore
and don't really know
Black Russian nights
break through happenings
sweeps away broken
sake of sweet tastes.
Wishing brokenness
could still dance
but dances no more
prisoner jabs and pokes
thinking walk out
from a too flat Earth.
All that emptied
tried to avoid
wanting to run
from routine
simulations of life
gone over and over.
It wears at us
as an abrasive prep
for new paint
but all the same
underneath a coat
and still shivering.
Sometimes dream
making love
in unspeakable ways
of wanting to love
her unspeakable wants
as if that is freedom.
Sometimes dream
reading poetry
to ambiguous faces
in the darkness
not wanting to seem
to be the light.
Sometimes dream
capture images
defeating Time
where things move
in passing directions
through the moment.
When were we
really all that free
but we dreamt
of knowing freedom
as something more
than a fading breath.
-------------------------
So it goes. It isn't as it was, and it isn't any better, but we were told repeatedly it would be better, and all we needed was more patience. We are not, it seems to me, more free, as of yet, than we once were, but we dream of knowing freedom.
-----------
Crying the tears
that matter
to no one ever
except yourself.
You're the exception
stared blank turned
inside and out
arranged backward.
What we hide
from the public
at gatherings
that we don't have.
In that bunch
a random pull
up from the roots
and cut short.
Friendly people
never tell the truth
or what was seen
on the labels.
They leave you
finding your own
and a way out
sense of not being.
Can't shoot straight
gone out of range
scattershot possibility
of misplaced feeling.
There is no one
to dance with
in the rain
and then it's gone.
----------------------
070821A
------------
It piles up now
in that almost never
getting done
sense of being done
as to done out
and done in
until it all feels
the same done for.
Getting done
by someone
you don't know
who has done you
but you are done
and you know
you are done
in the worst ways.
They want you
finished at doing
and done for
in all those ways
you can finish up
at a sense of being
finished right off
and up ended.
You offered
but were declined
in impolite ways
being made
feeling unwelcome
at take a hint
then cancel out
your memberships.
Only on paper
parts of listings
compiled stray
names remaining
outside real
network elements
and you pay twice
for the privilege.
You are no more
any real part
of the master plan
and your marginalia
not wanted edges
far side of any
secret scenes of after
hostile take overs.
You are relieved
into forever states
of tensions
finishing you
with redirects
you cannot follow
leaving you
so finished off.
------------------
070821B
-----------
The nausea
knowing no illness
reminds you
about all the parts
thrown together
becoming unfortunate
instances of anatomy.
Your bad record
as to vomiting
several times a day
in full public view
stands opposite
to glossolalia
and angel tongues.
You picked
a wrong language
but it is too late
trying to change
and true romance
endings force fed
your own words.
Impoverished tell
scanty worded
abridged sources
turned dispassion
gunshot punctuation
of command lines
screen entered.
Naturally avoiding
fish mongers
rice grain swells
and endangerment
on church steps
sake of rights
and never had.
People who know
what to say
are avoiding you
shutting you in
shutting you down
closing you up
like a banned book.
No one reads you
the way it is
or was meant
but take your time
finding nothing
you really need
or actually want.
Extinct certainty
before the beginning
getting used
at whatever never
ever wanted
never could choose
to really.
Scrubbed missions
shelved ideas
give long statements
never to be taken
into account
crossing random
pain thresholds.
Assessors come
only to say
you have nothing
to offer leaving
offerings of better
luck fictions about
next lifetimes.
Seeing them out
past tea and biscuits
resemble mummified
lady fingers left
prior visitors having
snapped off
years ago.
Nothing returns
but push away
up to you could
distrust something
beyond a door
marked public
and relations.
Don't believe
in lead astray
but stand accused
at distrusted
failed at find a god
willing to contract
being on side.
Armies of lawyers
leave the room
shredding legal briefs
expired past
best before dates
so the judge levies
a largest fine.
No one can pay
that much
for a new identity
comes complete with
new friends handy
knowledge base
and reference guide.
Nagging desires
for new skins
crawled into just
girl knows the like
invoke the godloss
game of flats
at Dianic attraction.
Lithe sprite
extended greeting
the pastoral waif
takes in to every
her confidence
a pure blend
paired feminine.
Sensual cure
long linger comes
away intra malaise
leaving hard things
with harder ways
from poverty thrusts
a dirty recompense.
Adds something
to be despised
for claw reach
manipulators run
the labour gangs
cripple landscapes
bared Brutalism.
Stacks of block
smell diapers
and bleach
knock it down
and knock it up
play house
live and learns.
Everything bruises
on the insides
wrapped up
birth and death
moments of squeeze
through something
caught between.
Everyone loses
any and all interest
sing along
the shag chorus
“them dry bones”
word being out
on street corners.
Street corner girls
with egg shell eyes
run hands
through hair nests
jerking lures
spasm headed
lurching fish lines.
What was milked
gone sour
fracturing bloodshot
white surfaces
destroying the mesh
of the afternoons
along glitter tracks.
Used to be
something pretty
bang ends
every chooses
various habits
reward pointed
prayer answers.
Anything good
comes out of it
comes from the blue
to the condemned
wander through
at never know
who, if, or when.
---------------------
070821C
------------
Not wanting to be
always so very alone
makes us lonelier
leaving empty places
staring back
making accusations
to which we prepare
defence arguments
that are cross examined.
It always breaks down
in the questioning
of what might have been
done very differently
while trying to recollect
how it used to be done
by anyone we once knew
in a search for clues
to aid the investigation.
We want to cooperate
in our own best interests
never withholding
the facts of the evening
trying to fill in gaps
giving a complete account
start to finish just in case
we missed something
makes any difference.
There must be something
we were not good at
emptied the space
between visits
and ghosts of visits
lingering in the air
long after the interval
and over thinking
what went wrong.
It simply never was
the way it happens
in the movies
and on television
so we know
it did not go well
in our pilot episode
being pulled
from the lineup.
--------------------
080821A
------------
Remembering what
freedom there was
when someone gave
without a show and tell
that makes innocence
into market wares.
It never is anymore
and don't really know
Black Russian nights
break through happenings
sweeps away broken
sake of sweet tastes.
Wishing brokenness
could still dance
but dances no more
prisoner jabs and pokes
thinking walk out
from a too flat Earth.
All that emptied
tried to avoid
wanting to run
from routine
simulations of life
gone over and over.
It wears at us
as an abrasive prep
for new paint
but all the same
underneath a coat
and still shivering.
Sometimes dream
making love
in unspeakable ways
of wanting to love
her unspeakable wants
as if that is freedom.
Sometimes dream
reading poetry
to ambiguous faces
in the darkness
not wanting to seem
to be the light.
Sometimes dream
capture images
defeating Time
where things move
in passing directions
through the moment.
When were we
really all that free
but we dreamt
of knowing freedom
as something more
than a fading breath.
-------------------------
So it goes. It isn't as it was, and it isn't any better, but we were told repeatedly it would be better, and all we needed was more patience. We are not, it seems to me, more free, as of yet, than we once were, but we dream of knowing freedom.
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