240121A
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Gut wrenching
jazz blues
played in the way
they don't
play anymore
to broken clefs.
Nothing getting
in the way now
of now and then
drab intonations
of uniform dismal
between antagonisms.
Some still believe
in fairy princesses
and knighthoods
without the white horses
of rock and roll
adjusting vertical hold.
Some still believe
anything they are told
if it is coupled
with a sense of orgasm
that seems to cum
from systemic sources.
Nobel laureates
debating the futures
of isn't and wasn't
under wild cascades
of digital note
rush of paper cuts.
Pen letters
lacking muscle
could never push
in to shelter caves
in the seasonal rains
of economic collapse.
It certainly isn't
the world you made
up as quilted
scraps of optimistic
statements of mind
reflected in bank accounts.
Collecting reward points
as if you can trade
for a dream lover
on the black market
behind the box stores
of a treadmill mall.
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240121B
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Sitting around
in the usual scatter
of attention deficit
trying to spot
the properly medicated
glass eyed stares
in a jittery crowd.
Stare into the glass
of the failed escapes
that went too far
and are now productive
members of obsession
re-purposed utensils
concentrated on making.
No one makes out
in this place anymore
dues and concepts
having changed
as to what you can buy
for a daily ration
of scratch.
Historians will debate
old school ideas
of truth and love
worlds of postage
bringing things
on approval
to give a sense of choice.
We can spend time
itemizing all the errors
apportioning blame
to each and every one
still pretending
it could have been
something different.
What you really know
is they still won't
ever really let you
held waiting game
between choke holds
and tight times
of running out.
Some have found
an instant fix
of don't really care
while others wonder
what the secret is
that the others have
hidden in a pocket.
Feelings are expendable
same as people
and it doesn't matter
what comes undone
as long as it is done in
as something
been done before.
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240121C
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There is talk
of razored wrists
and bleeding out
into some warm red
seas of politics.
I knew a girl once
who demonstrated
the scars running
length of her wrists
into finding a god.
If you listen closely
it might convince you
it is all about a sea
of sticky red flags
dragged across floors.
Per capita decapita
counts as millions
along the scrub
of machine gun fire
cuts public school lines.
Red rover, red rover
let the next one try
to come over
into another take down
knee capped life.
Terminal existence
measured overtime
listing insecurities
and always trading off
for a Popsicle of meaning.
Crab scuttle
along the bottom
feed decay
leaves a shell game
of pointless guesses.
Laughter sucks at
take the dreams out
smoking hot
farts from dead pigeons
into broken wind pipes.
The inhale
of the asphyxiate
signifies another
variant of dead ending
under a fresh sheet
in a popular morgue.
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240121D
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I always envied
those who could pound
the real ivories
pushing them past
the tinkle tonk
out of tuned misery.
Never one of them
past tangle fingered
Frustrato tones
pounding the skins
of ear drums
with sharp sticks.
Piano wire
being a garrote
played Sostenuto
into a soft twist
of a silenced night
cuts hard across.
Why so brutal
all the nocturnes
marking time
and intonations
of so much loss
always played out.
Played out
but never really in
before the big lie
and the twist of fate
dictates ending
worse than before.
Life goes
the way it goes
a bad score
from a bad source
turned sour notes
down memory lane.
Honky tonk wiz
rattling keys
creating illusions
of someone being
actually free
from traffic noise.
It has all gone
but don't ask me
where it has gone
though I know
we lose a little
more each day.
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240121E
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Stopped imagining
finding something
that someone else lost
somewhere out there
on some city street
of all that sometime
midst of gets nowhere.
Stopped looking
into open doorways
knowing nowhere
anywhere when and more
where someone lost
something I would want
into chanced find arms.
There are others
who try to walk in
to somewhere in mind
who mostly never really
ever know why
they passed through
into someone else.
Caged bird caged
in a cage without a song
no more dance to dance
having imagined
something else
as to something found
that would be alright.
That isn't the way
but I don't really know
what really is
and what isn't or why
when it comes down
to finding something
that some called “love”.
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