RE: Poems: 161021 - October 16th, 2021

[Robert Morpheal]

230921A

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Imagine diamonds

broken 

bits of glass 

opening flesh

to paint red

with warnings. 

Bright signal 

dead cores 

of exhausted stars 

invasive time 

into an emptiness

space. 

Perishing 

carbon contents

inked expanse

turns loneliness 

a making the ever

miserable. 

Destinies 

the ruin 

comes planned

levels equal

the constant 

promises certainty. 

The mourning 

not yet

with the never 

confronted

overflows

eternal troubles.

Here comes 

original cruelty

primal flood

difficulties

mock the whole

of creations. 

Cannot concentrate 

any essence

to real matter

any consequence 

arising derivative 

totality of loss. 

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230921B

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No one 

came forward 

into a breach 

of circumstances. 

The explosive 

detonation sounds

the passage

paths of collapse. 

The sounding 

takes too long 

due depths

emptied bare. 

It is not us 

it is not them

only overwhelms

whatever I would. 

All there is

so easily 

taken down 

as overcome. 

Roughed out 

and roughed in 

skeletal structures

of memorable. 

It takes more 

than percussion 

but that much noise

dims memory. 

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230921C

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Evils are evident

but I am not 

your superman 

to defeat them. 

You need to shop

for some other 

who might turn you

added profit. 

No point resisting 

the abyss 

to leap between

beginning and end. 

You must hurry 

because it dignifies 

a sharp sense

seems important. 

Clouds closing 

angels going silent

about being 

given up. 

No one ever would

comfort you 

but some might feed

disgust. 

The specifics 

always meant

generic impact

at machine gunning. 

What is individual 

is scars 

once held onto

as real chances. 

What was meant 

was torn off 

at the stem 

swallowed whole. 

The problem  

is alleviation 

of fictitious concerns 

seeming coincident. 

The different lies

from the same source

happened by 

the same chance. 

Pick and choose 

remaining marbles 

from the sand box 

at the office party. 

All the dead ducks

in a row 

make it easier 

to find an aim. 

Whatever you say

it was a shot 

a mouth off 

about anything. 

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031021A

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Make believers 

in make believe 

celebrations 

pulling up 

at dead roots

from dead lands. 

A neutral grey 

colour scheme

ripped loose 

from a dead sky

renders the faces

featureless blanks. 

We used to know

something 

looking forward

and some strength

for asking 

as to someone. 

Until it all dies 

down into 

being forgotten 

as worn out

discards on edge

of incineration.

Collecting scrap

paperwork 

too late 

for provisioning 

any release 

into might be. 

Real freedom 

too far removed

from broken reach

clutches at 

the hollow  

empty straws.

Pulling endings 

out of each other

sharp tongued 

and knife edged 

a dead search 

for consideration.   

 

Failed gesture

spastic language

falling in tune 

with a push over

from laugh track

bureaucracies.

Pointless expanse

endless expense 

stretched thin

to razor cruel

suggestions

that then cut off. 

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061021A

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Those sustained 

in their illegitimacy

suffering multiplicities 

comprised of immortals

and fatherhoods 

equally disregarding 

base configurations 

original and modified

forms of construction

as to shape shift 

comes alien visions

roughly superimposed

to cover it all over. 

Forms of address 

and wild flings 

made up pronouns 

providing no references

to anything 

remaining recognizable 

beyond isolate 

facts of an existence 

tried to break out

and to get over 

whatever was being

in the way against

and kept out. 

A social fringe 

made up totally 

from failed actions 

and other notations

merely passing 

on through 

profound regions 

that always solicit

more disinterest 

ending look ups 

and any semblances 

to once believed 

it was meaningful. 

Passing time 

is the ultimate killer 

having scraped out

the very last 

from the very bottom

out an old tin 

labelled impossible

once promises 

the sad partings

that turned up 

among secret wishes

they would never 

actually leave. 

They all left 

making the familiar 

a strange city

offering the shock

values of new 

having proved out 

nothing much 

more than a look

down or away

from the obvious 

way it goes 

when it isn't

really going. 

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151021A

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The machine 

on the other end 

had hung up 

after dialing 

repeatedly

at varying intervals. 

Nothing personal

to be said 

and never will be

beyond a trickle 

down sound bites

of maybe words.  

Make it up 

as you wave 

your deaf ears 

from a flagpole 

crowned visage 

atop the mess. 

It is another season

seems to belong

to scarecrows 

stuffed hand me 

down things 

and used up ideas. 

Our lives boiled 

down to fictions 

once believed 

might have been 

the shades of truth

debating futures. 

In a dream factory

making factories

mother goose

and takes of duty 

lead to nothing more

than breakdowns. 

Bedlam tumbles 

from a ripped sky

pulsating muscle

tossing about 

nightmares 

and other objects. 

The natural order

being tantrums 

heaving up 

and breaking away

small matters 

and large things. 

Rational fears 

mingle crowded in

with the irrational 

varieties of dread

pressing on bellies

doing steam engine. 

Some place bets 

on the horse

taking it all 

high stakes races

with no winnings

coming in riderless. 

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A little dose of dilute madness for today. 

If you have not gone at least a little bit mad there is really no remaining hope for you. People will make the same strange gesture at you. People you do not know and whom you are certain do not know you. They all recognize something very odd about you and so they make the sign that you do not know the meaning of. A sign they all know.