Poems: 200321 - March 20th, 2021

[Robert Morpheal]

140321A

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These are 

the saddest times 

in a linger 

of stray sounds 

posing threat 

to whatever it is 

that is held dear. 

Counting out 

those losses 

at trade offs 

all came down 

to made victim 

of Ponzi schemes 

played on needs. 

Where did it go

as to what concerns 

the lucky people 

always loving 

their lucky lives 

eyes closed 

and misunderstanding. 

What really was

the real price 

of any admission 

proved out 

too high to pay 

and you do not get 

past their laughter. 

The stray lick 

of deep wounds 

that come about 

in a recompense 

for usual failures 

having tried 

hard as anyone. 

Reasons probing 

the bloody mess 

passed off 

as a stray round 

of bad choices 

being chosen 

from bad choices. 

Nothing good 

ever comes from it 

when it goes down

that way 

and someone sweeps

out the footprints 

of a bad stand. 

The wild west 

sort of show 

where you get plugged

but never 

what you wanted 

to get plugged 

by any sort of press. 

Can't advertise 

for love 

and they don't respect

the high costs 

of any money 

chances made 

from compromise. 

It is severe 

and it goes hard 

when it goes at all 

but that is seldom 

rather than often

between those spaces 

filled with punishing. 

They adore 

what causes pain 

and they want 

nothing more 

than the same 

up tight sorts 

of the same pain. 

Can count on that 

and never 

anything else 

to really count on 

past dulled 

concussive existence 

in regular doses. 

They do not let up

when they have you 

getting you down

until you are out 

on the count 

separating their living

from your dead. 

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140321B

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All the usual cliches 

that comprise beauty 

would be alright 

compared to the usual

manifest stations 

usual ugliness. 

There was a time 

we were inclined 

to think and differently

about any of that 

trick to believing 

we could go higher. 

A long way down

at trying to climb 

broken ladders 

clouded belief 

being anything but

another tumble. 

There is too much 

gets worn away 

in bump around 

rub shoulders 

with grindstones 

in a crush of wants. 

The competition 

is always  fierce 

sifting winners 

from losers 

not having enough 

to place a bet. 

The party was over 

a long time ago 

and the lesson clear 

on the invite list

of who shows 

and who doesn't.

Once that is known 

there is no point 

in continuing 

to build up 

houses of cards 

same as before. 

We will say 

those were good 

times playing around 

with assortments 

of common kitsch 

doing make believe. 

Between wetted 

edges to lips 

sipping tastes 

maybe romance 

being glitter rocked 

imagination. 

That passes off 

as romantic

in some lives 

waking up 

extreme alone 

at haunted nights. 

Having gone 

out of our usual  

to try to meet 

a maybe something 

special moment

going forward. 

Killing ourselves 

all the time 

in avoidance 

of war and peace 

talks as to never 

land never mind. 

Pretending ignorance 

concerns the differences 

coming in between 

what we want 

and what we get 

in the take away. 

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160321A

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Dredging up 

bits of unreal 

left behind 

the great leaving 

gone over 

and over again

some other side 

of common 

gold rushes 

and good times. 

We lost 

at half a chance 

in different ways 

how it goes 

when caught up 

in too usual 

clandestine sorts 

of break ups 

made up 

by arrangement.

The fixers 

do their fixing 

new elements  

discovered 

and don't care 

turned over

where anything goes 

sounding good 

in stoned states 

of out of mind.

Meet up 

with many a secret

want to be rich 

enough to pretend 

being wanted 

and fight off 

beggar crowd

of potential squeeze 

sorting a mailbox 

cram of opportunity. 

Would have 

settled out 

for a lover 

but the letter came

back to sender 

more than once

bringing its reply 

postage due 

on another bill 

mounts up. 

Lessons learned 

too late 

to make it up 

to rise above 

a pulling down

to  nothing but

another knife

pushed in 

at the back 

of can't afford. 

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180321A

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We were required

to spend time 

trying to find 

a stranger's face 

in an unknown place

given no name

and no locality. 

No forms 

of address 

no designations 

no representations

the random selves 

simulate particles

ghost resemblances 

to official truths. 

Led to believe

that was enough 

reality information  

trove of anything 

finds looked for

past the far side

broad side Egos. 

Battered effigies 

suggesting 

whatever

we wanted to be 

on outskirts 

picking at pieces 

of rumours of joy. 

Dazed survivors 

from the wrecks 

of circus trains

passing through 

forgotten stretch

along the ways 

of blanked out. 

Living is short 

fused stick 

die out 

bone wraps 

fall away 

from search for

better times. 

Kept so busied 

they don't spare 

any care 

in the world 

and no time 

is ever left 

for anyone. 

Digging around

for someone 

still understands 

what it is 

and used to be 

all about 

but no one does. 

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200321A

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Being the take away 

if you were going 

my way 

or any way 

we choose to go. 

Maybe for a while 

and wash off 

all that usual dirt 

that passes as living 

in other lives. 

Tired of the show 

being a usual put on 

and nothing more

than miserable 

bad times. 

To  be naughty 

in the back seat 

on the way out 

from back streets 

of common lies. 

Wanting to get away

just once 

to never come back 

for the usual sorry

goings on. 

It was different 

once upon a time 

in make believe 

at true romance 

knock off fakes.

Dime a dozen 

disappointments

losing count 

of bad reproductions

once masterpieces. 

Out of place 

and pulling at ropes 

that sound the bells 

at the end of time 

it is so damn late. 

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I cannot possibly explain it. I am well beyond any explanations. 

Read into it whatever you want. I don't care. It won't upset the meaning and it won't make any real difference to what is left unsaid.