Poems: 080221 - February 8th, 2021

[Robert Morpheal]

300121A

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Drifter 

in the wake 

of love

a little bubble 

carried off 

past gaze 

into distance

and swell. 

Froth of life 

blown across 

strayed lip 

and over 

speechless 

molten rim drip 

across edge

of glass. 

The eye 

a prisoner 

orb collects 

random images

of you 

and of I 

reflected stray 

configurations. 

So rich 

in our poverty 

dwelling 

amid ghosted 

each other 

seeking lost

small drops

in rainy oceans.

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050221A

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Always another 

instance of Cain 

for every Abel

in the wake. 

Skin bag 

of troubles 

rattles down 

snakeskin. 

Sheds this life

a thin skin 

look through 

coiled strike. 

Venom 

and piss 

stains night 

lily and yellow. 

Blood 

mixed smoke

resonates 

devil pacts. 

Comes down 

to nothing 

but death

sprinkled lies. 

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060121A

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Lost something 

in the gut wrench 

repeat as ever 

misdirected 

wilderness wide

opened pain. 

What use 

make believe 

never land 

and collected 

volumes 

of dream.

Screams 

the wind 

brushing 

wildflowers 

onto the green 

forbidden lands. 

Places of out 

past faceless all 

crowded in long 

infinite never 

any sense 

but loss.

Lonelier 

than loneliest 

heart is break 

memory scrap 

lost loves 

teen times spent. 

Expanse 

kings of death 

presiding 

land of  lost 

ever fleshless 

rattle bones.

Gamble 

loss buried

under heaven 

cloud spills 

last laughs 

at small times. 

Rock a bye 

lullaby baby 

cradle falls 

and it falls 

on the up way 

to down. 

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070121B

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The sun 

is very 

cold today 

and my lady 

she must 

be very 

warm and I 

don't know 

any of 

along a bare 

her strand 

of not 

yet ways 

being always 

so away

far away 

at going 

somewhere 

in the don't 

know all 

those places 

I never went.

We kept 

at it 

down under 

orders

from above 

it was

all wrong 

spirit of 

layer scrape 

on layer

of commands

decked out 

any style 

was uniform 

part of time 

torn off 

victim clocks

cripple hands

clutched at 

the whisper 

thin straws 

of shore.  

Sadness 

spills 

turned over 

running deep 

down side 

loose ended

kept at

worn making 

sake of 

filling in 

nothing into 

some more 

the same 

blanks 

to hold 

spaces 

for someone 

who is 

not coming

and left 

waiting 

for next time. 

Glitter ice

wet melt 

diamonds on 

high top 

roof black 

boot lick 

war dogs 

and others 

form sordid 

turn isolate 

take up raw

vapours under

the gob spit 

polish off 

onto ropes 

broad side 

the rail 

swinging out 

a word sling 

forever edge

the prize fight 

without a prize. 

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080221A

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Frozen times 

spent stored 

in the away 

of the renewed 

forms of exile. 

Giving up 

on ghosts 

being reliable 

couriers across 

the uncertain. 

Run around 

that one moment 

in the midst 

of too many

and push back. 

We linger on 

vague commerce

transit beams 

along borders 

plain and white. 

Not everyone 

or even many 

really want

past pretending 

everyone does. 

Been working it

down the mine 

thirty odd years 

and longer 

to coming up. 

It isn't gold 

to anyone yet 

digging in 

to that dirt 

bringing it up. 

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080221B

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We thought we 

once upon a time 

thought knowing 

and want for  

all those sorts 

of whatever it is

that is passing 

as being love 

before a hunt 

turned word kill. 

Games played out

that others play

in safety zones 

between the yellow 

safety markers

shallow sides 

from deep ends 

going on similar

patterned media

repeats the news. 

Sleeping hard 

in the narrow 

twitch of space 

timed out 

sounding alarm

past the stardust 

collapse 

into singular 

lines of program 

errors into print. 

The absolute 

stands its divide 

held in restraints 

forbidding all 

the feelings 

feeling drained 

away down

nerve paths

into emptied 

on a bucket day.  

It all leads 

into the nowhere 

comes brain shock 

hemisphere separation 

bad night 

rare edition gone

past drunk  

seems to be windows

were cleaned 

middle of the night. 

Sounded all clear 

to closing time 

and did not say 

in the walk away 

traffic lights blink

a new blitz at all

maybes of 

the never wishes 

melted away dark

in a damp sweat. 

Separate ways 

in the sometimes 

imaginary meet 

someday comes 

when little losses 

appear cosmic 

higher level 

might have been 

never had 

but always wanted. 

We dream 

of being magic 

in someone's night 

and someone magic 

being in our own 

calling that 

what it really means 

as to going 

then coming down

to never land. 

 

Nagging sense 

that always wants 

going back 

to going down

crazy roads

to Crazy Town

someone seemed

something better

than ever knew 

any meaning of. 

Look away 

and it is gone 

fractal remains 

speak of almost 

finding good times

along the way 

no one knows 

who it really is 

and no one knows

anything of why. 

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Ok, as is, I suppose. Never really contented or happy with anything that I call "completed", but it eventually becomes something similar to beating a dead horse as to trying to get it back up, to take one to some other town. That other town where, for some illusionary moment, it seemed that there was perhaps someone that one ought to really get to know, at least for one night.