Poems: 241121 - November 24th, 2021

[Robert Morpheal]

141121A

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That gradual creep

in increments 

becomes slow agony

tightening conditions

of dismemberment.

Cut up arrives

at throw away 

membership cards

disposing of useless 

and broken apparatus.  

Final social bits 

that were held onto 

pulling away 

and the mind racked

in a dark state. 

Don't know who

is pushing the buttons

calling the shots 

and arranging for 

all those new disasters. 

Bone heap

snaps and cackles 

broken off ideas 

of things made useless

unwanted products. 

No more invites 

in a dead letter box

where strays appear

to do their business

leaving their stink. 

Everyone wants 

to sell something 

but now it hurts

like any hot pitch 

then feathered. 

No longer wanting

to come out 

for anything seems 

such a high school

cheering section. 

Drop out 

from impersonal

repeat formalities

of it is always 

another boys' club. 

Eating alone

with no more

than what eats you 

chewing on margins 

of disconnections. 

Torn social fabric

stitched into cliche 

quilt of maybe knots

partying somewhere

in the far out. 

Secret dreams

of lovely insurrections 

but any hoped for 

are being pulled away 

at light speed. 

Everything is reduced

down to waiting 

for never never 

and everything 

then depends on that. 

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151121A

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A maybe world 

that quickly belongs 

to those endless lies

of the attractive. 

Your never having

whatever it is

they really want 

keeps changing. 

That spike 

into the heart 

of your DNA 

breaking you up. 

Your pieces 

of brittle making 

that you shape 

out of loneliness. 

The big nucleus 

that is nothing 

hole in the middle

merely bull's eye. 

Breaks you up

before you begin 

really understanding 

assigned ghettos. 

Taking you back 

to renewed threats 

implying execution 

for trying to escape. 

A familiar slum

the paradise 

compared to choices

you refuse to make. 

So you fidget 

at waiting for answers

which you never find

in all the slagging. 

Haulage heaps 

designate the nameless 

fat chance moves 

gone common drain. 

What you try to fill 

they always empty

and what you find 

only runs away. 

That trickle 

that is insignificance 

sending out 

persistent reminders. 

Try and try again

and always try harder

if you don't succeed

at a new failure. 

You are denied

down to an essence 

that is purely personal 

but only subjective. 

As if you can feel 

anything beyond 

the crumbling boundaries

of your insignificance. 

Keep yourself 

always to yourself

knowing no one 

wants any more. 

They all want something

but it is nothing personal 

so don't take anything

too personally. 

They want your money

they want your time

they want your things

but they don't want you. 

Don't even try 

to scrape yourself up 

off those floorboards 

down under those boots. 

You won't get far 

and certainly nowhere

past the criticism is 

endlessly scrubbing. 

Your secret mission

was scrubbed out 

a long time ago

if it ever existed. 

You used to be 

as capable as anyone

at being and soft soaped

into believing. 

Nothing will be clean

but only worn away

knowing one is made

and only dirt and water. 

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171121A

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Back to a long scroll

from that paper sprawl 

spread wide and open 

to no specific directions. 

The survivors 

might be those few 

who spend themselves 

on total solitude. 

No more than stick pin

heads stuck into maps 

that paint pretty pictures

over nether worlds. 

Mineral veins 

surfacing and deep under 

accommodate remains

petrified and obsolescent. 

Office chair rentals 

across a dead end street 

verging on the smokestacks

of the new crematoria. 

I was never any good 

at being a survivor 

and thus never favoured 

from among contestants. 

The competition 

is always fierce 

and they make a killing 

in any instance. 

Something in my genes

or perhaps a fluke 

abnormality of measures 

made by physiognomists.  

What you are named

and the shape of your head

can in fact determine

the whole of a lifetime. 

I think it all went wrong

around a vague recollection

of Dick and Jane 

and how furry foxes fuck. 

If not being fucked over

you must be getting lucky

at fucking someone 

but don't ever give a fuck.  

It was always the same 

all about Dick's dick  

even when it was Jane

telling her story. 

Jane was a pretty girl

and I wanted to know her 

but there was always a Dick 

well ahead at having her. 

The poor house life 

and the post modern 

versions of debtors' prisons 

working it on and off. 

Ossification of thoughts

naturally occurring 

and repeatedly cut 

down past the bone. 

Whatever there is 

that now remains 

as to what were pictures

in alleys of exhibition. 

Scrawls of names 

heading up the accounts

competing for place 

among the infamous. 

It all resonates 

through any four walls

of the very same 

as through tent city. 

Situation reports 

stuffed into the crevices 

that would spill truth

into idled times. 

There butt fore 

a grace race of go

odd go eye 

and no getting even. 

Not even a deuce

slim chance gamble 

and only the tally men 

tallying those bananas. 

Green and hard 

turns yellow and soft 

then grey and wrinkled

squish of banana life. 

It spurts out 

from under the skin

appearing for all the world

as something rotting. 

You go slowly insane 

increment by increment 

but they never let you

go full measure. 

The ones that get  

to go all the way 

to full measure 

always end up lucky. 

It is never what

you ever get to choose 

but is is assigned 

by your superiors. 

By arrangement 

all you ever got 

were the signs 

that said Wrong Way. 

No going back 

and no more idea 

which way is forward

than a spring lamb slaughter. 

All you really know 

is they can cut off a head

at dollars each 

in a million new ways. 

Same old cabbage 

whether it is Kimchi 

or Coleslaw

gets fixed by slicing. 

Talk to the vegetables 

only to find out 

they know a lot more

than you will ever know. 

Try  solving the riddle

by keeping busy

until you find yourself

getting in the way. 

A Sphinx is talking 

sand storm fist 

into a dying face 

of roughed up history. 

You lap at your own

little drivel

of what seems to be 

some sort of meaning. 

You lick at it 

same as any cat 

licks the saucer 

in hopes of something. 

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241121A

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Buy only organic 

natural foods

supplementing them 

with plenty of minerals. 

Hydrate regularly 

eat paleo

and remember Keto 

is another salvation. 

It may change 

sometime next week 

but it is all about alfalfa 

this time around. 

Build muscle

to save money 

and always upgrade 

to current versions. 

Practice sensitive  

rough but safe sex 

always unattached

and uncommitted. 

Read the latest 

best seller publications

and name drop 

with a few of the details. 

Call your self 

to leave a message 

and remember 

you must be a hero. 

Good grooming 

is about not one hair

ever out of place 

in unspeakable regions. 

Watch that hair split 

argument as to the right

word and tone of voice

so you can get heard. 

Your selfie needs

need updating 

along with the new

things and skills. 

Build a following 

the way nations build

their armies 

of uniform followers. 

It will make you seem

more powerful

as if commanding 

of respect. 

Use a good firewall 

when you browse 

the dark net

and porn sites. 

Tell those you know

you watched the games 

even if it was no more

than names and scores. 

Pretend you can afford 

bottle service 

at your local bar

to impress the drunks. 

Shop online 

for warehouse deals

so people will see you 

as no longer boring. 

You must recollect 

whatever it was 

you never forgot

and then make a list. 

Regularly rearrange 

those pieces of furniture 

in your open wide mind

awaiting new guests. 

They might remain 

with you a while

if you avoid clutter 

and redecorate. 

Most of what you have

to keep rearranging 

is inherent from anyone

who lived better than you. 

You are no one 

until you play the markets

and make those 

life style changes. 

Invest in properties

you never live in 

demolishing the quaint 

and historical. 

Eat in colourful places

where portions are smallest

labelled artisan 

or premium quality. 

It all proves something 

about your character 

and it is certain 

to attract more people. 

Sell yourself 

and sell everything

you might not need 

when the weather shifts.

Cultivate the void 

that you wrap around you 

as if emptiness protects

what you value most. 

Don't rock the boat 

knowing you are the first

who will be pushed off

and pushed under. 

Seasonal styles 

change every year 

and you are defined 

by where you lease.  

Then pimp yourself

at the wine bar 

pretending to afford 

being expensive. 

You might tell someone

you want to show them 

your new home theatre 

and the latest release. 

You learned a scripted

canned conversation 

that someone prepared

for thousands of you. 

If you have something

of the right look 

promoted in the media 

you might find someone.

The oddest fact 

about all of that is

it really is likely 

to get you somewhere. 

You might become someone

if you can keep it up

the way they tell you 

that the rich do it. 

At least you believe

that it will keep you 

far more safe 

from getting killed. 

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Some grim rumblings from my Xmas coal mine. 

Those are some lumps, just for you, this year. 

You know you deserve them, but you won't admit it.