Poems: 190221 - February 19th, 2021

[Robert Morpheal]

130221A

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Been out 

in the cold 

of never warmed

to maybe 

forgotten the really 

like and liked 

maybe never knew 

maybe, maybe not, 

maybe and not

pulling forgotten at

in the don't know 

more and maybe 

she never maybe 

not let maybe 

she never knew 

maybe never 

knew at all 

coming into 

the vague cold 

from cold

and back out 

again into

cold maybe.

Cold world 

timed out 

iced crystal 

nights framed 

windows over 

and above 

streak the roof

top streams 

with white noise 

and every other

doesn't thing

held at matter 

dearly so 

in private voids 

trying to meet

all conditions 

shortens time 

swept over 

circus tent 

prisoners kept 

under blankets 

of folded sky 

falling out. 

Long cascade

clipped ends 

of angel wings 

frayed thread 

resemblance 

to what passed 

as tenderness

came in time 

before it fell 

into a nothing 

more impersonal 

truths taking  

the field 

characters made

from bared 

metal twists

dance of wires 

played spark 

shock tactics 

breaking signs

passed as life 

reduced down 

to jerked moves. 

Facts are 

the manufacture

and there 

one evades 

any search

of the other 

until it becomes

the late 

noted mention 

in a column 

listing ranks

that are fallen

gone over

into never ever

coming back 

to common 

sorted tragedies 

with others 

beings authorized

similar lies

and their pastimes

ripping away 

the vital parts. 

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170221A

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Everything is 

in the too late 

ever after 

waste of ways.

Never thought 

anything comes 

chatter bug 

telephone timed.

Looked over

many a shoulder

standing around 

waiting in lines. 

Readied approaches 

to peripheral vision

strange lost worlds

are others' lives. 

  

Sour grapes 

long turned wine

purple bruised

skin deep crush.

Heady times 

at the always 

something seemed

to turn up. 

The chameleons 

in chimerical places  

changing colours 

at the once was. 

Can't go back 

to nothing goes 

and going forward 

at being stuck. 

In love 

might have been 

something easier 

if you believed. 

The regime

outlawed everything 

and romance 

was top of the list.

Don't ask me 

for directions 

I'm not on any map 

you need to follow. 

I won't tell you 

how to fight

even if I know

the battle plans. 

Blind eye turned 

to the dirt 

of dirty business

goes on and on.

The laughter

of presidents and kings 

haunts every fool  

along the barricades. 

It won't go well 

no matter how 

it really goes 

past a pint or two. 

We always lost 

whatever it was 

was wanted most 

but that  never changes. 

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180221A

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We hear tell 

what's about 

the coming down 

how it is 

no more shelter 

from the storm.

We hid out 

for hours 

pursuing theories 

of theoretical escapes

and no one really

ever getting away. 

A build up 

to nothing much 

past another version 

of the bread 

and the wine 

as measures of time. 

Everything ends 

sometime, somewhere 

including the serpent 

someday disappears 

into the same tail 

it used to chase.

The sorts of scenes 

constantly remind 

as to birds rising 

from beds of ash 

into half light 

simmering dream. 

Hard winter 

makes too common 

usual realities 

as to discontent 

raising whisper 

hair and smoke. 

Evolving nausea 

concerns the same 

gathering catch 

bucket bites 

of stale historians

and their histories. 

Some lovers claim 

having done it all 

is the entitlement

to given up 

bowels of lethargy

and domain.  

What goes on 

behind the scenery 

plays its shades 

on the public stage 

under dimmed light 

of faded memories. 

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190221A

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Ghosting ourselves 

in the unseen 

behind the pale act. 

Let's make believe 

our cripple freedoms 

sometimes get it right. 

Everyone is someone 

somewhere else 

but never really here. 

Short of the time 

and failed at beauty 

we buy into something. 

What defines us 

is always 

what we cannot have. 

It slips away 

as decoration 

on a slice of night. 

When they come out

all full of wanting 

what I do not have. 

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190221B

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They only speak of you 

to annoy me 

with new impossibilities. 

We don't even remember 

each other as names 

and being years since then. 

For a moment I wonder 

what became of you 

and what you look like. 

Then it was nothing much 

but now I almost wish 

it had been different. 

You were the prettiest girl 

and I was only a loose marble 

in some other silly game. 

Maybe I ought to have 

given in to kissing you 

while we had that chance. 

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190221C

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Sometimes dreaming 

getting out 

from all the places 

harbouring urban 

savages and wilderness 

towering mysteries 

that are lit up sparkle 

eyes in secret 

chambers of lurking

behind grim faced 

nothing going on. 

We are the soft bits 

that are overcome 

by steel and glass 

feelings squeezed 

into tightened spaces 

as extruded paste

pushed from tubes

that rush under 

street side caps 

screwed down tight 

against the pressure. 

Never really met 

any real successes 

but sometimes watched 

them playing

their game of statues 

each held together 

by stiffeners 

in a nearby park 

pinned hemlines 

and padded shoulders

at the button down. 

A fancy mix 

that is personal ice 

and small measures 

of other ingredients 

not so far away 

from the white lines

of heavier traffic

where make up runs

into gutters 

causing a drooping

of table ornaments. 

Some of them do try 

to look powder 

magazine and current 

cover images 

primed short fuse 

and always looking 

for the detonator 

thrill ride dip 

down the plunge 

of a plastics and flesh 

reveal apocalypse. 

There is an emptiness

that resonates 

inside seems endless 

rows of cavities 

structured reminiscences 

as to seven sisters 

in a land of cables 

long before everyone 

was so tightly wired 

into predictable  

matrices of stiff. 

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The "seven sisters" were actually a mysterious and very monumental set of structures that were located in the former USSR, and built during Stalin's reign. They were believed to have been a system that was being used for mass mind control.  After they fell into disuse all that could be seen of what remained of the technology inside the structures were various large electrical cables that had powered what were believed to have been transmitters  located inside. Everything else had been completely removed.