Poems: 041121 - November 4th, 2021

[Robert Morpheal]

171021A

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It is the table 

that you sit at

and the bed 

that you sleep in. 

It is something 

that you use 

and the things

that you wear. 

It is the glass 

that you sip from

and the pavement 

that you walk on. 

It is these things 

that you know

and that remind 

that you are. 

It is the loneliness 

that you feel 

and the silence 

that it all keeps. 

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171021B

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You eventually know

you spilled moisture 

for the wrong ones 

but they were new 

and it seemed immediate. 

Sometimes human feelings

are what is pointless 

terms of reference 

as to emotional and other

alleged blackmail. 

Then your dry eyes 

found out streaming 

rivers of sand 

where you once believed

made of stone. 

If you ever had wings 

they were long broken off

leaving isolate crags 

burdened on shoulders

crushed under a load. 

Those were the body

comprised of memories

standing statue bared

suffering abrasives 

of time and circumstance. 

It seems rubbed away 

one way and another

from anything was

could ever be intimate 

or nearly that close. 

Everything worn out 

somewhere far away 

in some stranger's world 

of one's own insignificance

abject and displaced. 

Remaining justifications 

whatever was turned 

made over as nothing 

more than stone's throw 

heaped ignorance. 

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171021C

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Whatever I said 

dropped into that abyss

that made pretense 

and silent flight 

makes no landing. 

No plumbing of depths

by means of sound 

where the idea strikes

anything solid

echos of understanding. 

Nothing but dark 

dishevel strands 

knotted accounts

turn to sordid tale 

beast and labyrinth. 

Leaving bread crumbs 

on a way out fiction

the way a bird dances 

concealing a truth 

beneath permanent masks. 

Beginning and ending

are impossible bits 

where no one really cares

what happens in between 

what is squeezed out. 

An epidemic came 

souring the cream 

and infecting the city 

with mockingbirds

displacing clay pigeons.  

It is always all about

the last to ever know 

and for the good it does

when the Sun comes up 

violating the forecasts. 

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171021A

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Everyone is doing 

their job 

just a job 

they are all doing 

nothing 

but their jobs. 

The lunch bunch 

hooked up 

to juicy share

internet feeds

passing it around

that corner table. 

Only the members 

get in on it 

making others wonder

what “it” really is

that insiders know

what outsiders don't. 

What have you 

and what you done

tattle tale wags 

getting their jump 

takes two to laugh 

and one to go. 

What happened to you

and what did you do

it's all about you 

in the had no say 

how it goes 

but it is always gone. 

Hi ho the herd 

always listen 

as you leap

no one can hold

a candle to it 

on a doughnut break. 

Ignore the whistle 

and stay late 

waving white flags

sake of privilege 

exclude any fantasies 

from the record. 

Going up 

to never get there 

and other acts of faith 

pushed incentive

to learn fork tongued

wears a false face. 

Take you down 

to pavement 

wishes the best

while tell you 

good work and thanks

for the time. 

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201021A

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The pawn off 

self of sacrificed 

done jiggle bells 

in the know knots 

of the dark. 

Roly poly little 

bitten bug 

crawls the sideways 

chasm loves

making fall in. 

Pull threads 

grenade launch

gone fragment 

turns meaning 

felt crowd crush. 

Mad entrance 

cliff edge ball

stampedes over

the footprints

that are boredom.

We dance 

the insane 

steps on nothing

crammed images

go sonic minded. 

Flick off bit 

perpetual dust 

runs the crevice 

sanctuary gone

a tool too far. 

Summoned in 

the green fairy 

leading lost 

nerve tingles 

pried loose. 

We died again

long passing

some place easily

soon forgot 

mid demo reels. 

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221021A

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Bread prices 

milk and eggs

the oil 

and the wine

pressed harder.

We all go for

sake of going

quick connect 

little plucky grapes 

to the vines. 

Squeeze them 

until the juice runs

frolicky drip 

down the spurt 

of skinny seed. 

Dazed cats 

scream the fur 

ball present tensed

done scratch 

and lick the dent. 

All the words

litter boxed 

soak right up

into future label

distribution rights. 

Cement crumble 

goes fish bone

pin and needle

cornered privacy 

feeling distressed. 

Gang lands 

the newly slain 

in window cloud

blank stare peeps

at the look outs.

Cannibal sheep 

graze the commons

down the root 

vegetable life 

at patio ferment.

How they hang

and how they go

latest monkey 

pistol trends 

the shoot shit. 

Bus lets off 

a few prisoners 

nods the curbside

tangled lives

chasing dust.  

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021121A

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That withdrawal 

from once was 

the might have been 

sorted pleasures 

made unobtainable.

Never really seen

another fleshed being

years of finger crab 

scuttles the keys 

opening the nothing. 

Said replacement

said always better 

than you were 

then gutter snipe

with porn follows. 

The lost token 

left behind as dead

forbidden layers

gone ugly game 

pulled back raw. 

Mass convention 

of faith healers 

and salesmen 

from a coliseum 

on Main Street. 

Scurry of rat minds

in restricted zones

past flood waters

rising the violence 

soaked deprivations. 

A new breed 

builds sewers above

ground damped

down with humours

scented alleyways.

Scramble connect 

effusive antennas 

skitter roof top 

drop off heavens

into ear cones. 

Repressed rations 

and night owls

doing their droogs

on the wind scuffle 

shots at tarp bodies. 

Hallway graffiti 

dim lights enter

the sign postings

grease laden sizzle

of cook stoves. 

Smoked social 

mixes with stink 

weed and chemical

black petrol ooze

that runs things. 

Fisted arguments

pit bull dreads

against the honey 

tongue slash 

always the money.

Silence crams 

a dying society 

making up vocations 

emptied letterbox 

and widescreen. 

A bicycle wheel 

rolls nomad

past a ransack 

pieces of domain

where no one plays. 

 

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041121A

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We who failed 

to upgrade 

and to replace 

our obsolescence. 

We who have not

kept up with 

the changes

gone out of date. 

We are not app 

to where it is at

and not being woke

or evolving. 

We came up short

of buying into 

all the right things 

everyone must have. 

We did not do 

what everyone must 

and not do 

what they must not. 

Our wrongs 

include old versions 

of new release 

pay subscriptions. 

We are lacking

the new features

to fill in blanked

out expressions.

We get cancelled

from mailing lists 

ignored in forums

wasting keystrokes. 

  

We cannot automate

and monitor

healthy routine

regular consumption. 

We dial up 

past vague borders

of cellular rage

misconstrual of texts. 

We do not know

what IT says 

and no idea

as to the meaning.

We are not on the map

being counted in 

under the influencers'

vast followings. 

We cannot score 

the latest games 

and never bought in

to the new attractive. 

We waste our time

in the same old ways

lacking virtual 

and air miles points. 

Nothing is clear 

or definite demographic

in our virtual relating 

all subjects to change. 

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