• Re: Poems: 241121 - November 24th, 2021

    From General Zod@21:1/5 to robertm...@gmail.com on Wed Dec 1 15:48:15 2021
    On Wednesday, November 24, 2021 at 1:57:35 PM UTC-5, robertm...@gmail.com wrote:
    141121A
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    That gradual creep
    in increments
    becomes slow agony
    tightening conditions
    of dismemberment.

    Cut up arrives
    at throw away
    membership cards
    disposing of useless
    and broken apparatus.

    Final social bits
    that were held onto
    pulling away
    and the mind racked
    in a dark state.

    Don't know who
    is pushing the buttons
    calling the shots
    and arranging for
    all those new disasters.

    Bone heap
    snaps and cackles
    broken off ideas
    of things made useless
    unwanted products.

    No more invites
    in a dead letter box
    where strays appear
    to do their business
    leaving their stink.

    Everyone wants
    to sell something
    but now it hurts
    like any hot pitch
    then feathered.

    No longer wanting
    to come out
    for anything seems
    such a high school
    cheering section.

    Drop out
    from impersonal
    repeat formalities
    of it is always
    another boys' club.

    Eating alone
    with no more
    than what eats you
    chewing on margins
    of disconnections.

    Torn social fabric
    stitched into cliche
    quilt of maybe knots
    partying somewhere
    in the far out.

    Secret dreams
    of lovely insurrections
    but any hoped for
    are being pulled away
    at light speed.

    Everything is reduced
    down to waiting
    for never never
    and everything
    then depends on that.

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    151121A
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    A maybe world
    that quickly belongs
    to those endless lies
    of the attractive.

    Your never having
    whatever it is
    they really want
    keeps changing.

    That spike
    into the heart
    of your DNA
    breaking you up.

    Your pieces
    of brittle making
    that you shape
    out of loneliness.

    The big nucleus
    that is nothing
    hole in the middle
    merely bull's eye.

    Breaks you up
    before you begin
    really understanding
    assigned ghettos.

    Taking you back
    to renewed threats
    implying execution
    for trying to escape.

    A familiar slum
    the paradise
    compared to choices
    you refuse to make.

    So you fidget
    at waiting for answers
    which you never find
    in all the slagging.

    Haulage heaps
    designate the nameless
    fat chance moves
    gone common drain.

    What you try to fill
    they always empty
    and what you find
    only runs away.

    That trickle
    that is insignificance
    sending out
    persistent reminders.

    Try and try again
    and always try harder
    if you don't succeed
    at a new failure.

    You are denied
    down to an essence
    that is purely personal
    but only subjective.

    As if you can feel
    anything beyond
    the crumbling boundaries
    of your insignificance.

    Keep yourself
    always to yourself
    knowing no one
    wants any more.

    They all want something
    but it is nothing personal
    so don't take anything
    too personally.

    They want your money
    they want your time
    they want your things
    but they don't want you.

    Don't even try
    to scrape yourself up
    off those floorboards
    down under those boots.

    You won't get far
    and certainly nowhere
    past the criticism is
    endlessly scrubbing.

    Your secret mission
    was scrubbed out
    a long time ago
    if it ever existed.

    You used to be
    as capable as anyone
    at being and soft soaped
    into believing.

    Nothing will be clean
    but only worn away
    knowing one is made
    and only dirt and water.

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    171121A
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    Back to a long scroll
    from that paper sprawl
    spread wide and open
    to no specific directions.

    The survivors
    might be those few
    who spend themselves
    on total solitude.

    No more than stick pin
    heads stuck into maps
    that paint pretty pictures
    over nether worlds.

    Mineral veins
    surfacing and deep under
    accommodate remains
    petrified and obsolescent.

    Office chair rentals
    across a dead end street
    verging on the smokestacks
    of the new crematoria.

    I was never any good
    at being a survivor
    and thus never favoured
    from among contestants.

    The competition
    is always fierce
    and they make a killing
    in any instance.

    Something in my genes
    or perhaps a fluke
    abnormality of measures
    made by physiognomists.

    What you are named
    and the shape of your head
    can in fact determine
    the whole of a lifetime.

    I think it all went wrong
    around a vague recollection
    of Dick and Jane
    and how furry foxes fuck.

    If not being fucked over
    you must be getting lucky
    at fucking someone
    but don't ever give a fuck.

    It was always the same
    all about Dick's dick
    even when it was Jane
    telling her story.

    Jane was a pretty girl
    and I wanted to know her
    but there was always a Dick
    well ahead at having her.

    The poor house life
    and the post modern
    versions of debtors' prisons
    working it on and off.

    Ossification of thoughts
    naturally occurring
    and repeatedly cut
    down past the bone.

    Whatever there is
    that now remains
    as to what were pictures
    in alleys of exhibition.

    Scrawls of names
    heading up the accounts
    competing for place
    among the infamous.

    It all resonates
    through any four walls
    of the very same
    as through tent city.

    Situation reports
    stuffed into the crevices
    that would spill truth
    into idled times.

    There butt fore
    a grace race of go
    odd go eye
    and no getting even.

    Not even a deuce
    slim chance gamble
    and only the tally men
    tallying those bananas.

    Green and hard
    turns yellow and soft
    then grey and wrinkled
    squish of banana life.

    It spurts out
    from under the skin
    appearing for all the world
    as something rotting.

    You go slowly insane
    increment by increment
    but they never let you
    go full measure.

    The ones that get
    to go all the way
    to full measure
    always end up lucky.

    It is never what
    you ever get to choose
    but is is assigned
    by your superiors.

    By arrangement
    all you ever got
    were the signs
    that said Wrong Way.

    No going back
    and no more idea
    which way is forward
    than a spring lamb slaughter.

    All you really know
    is they can cut off a head
    at dollars each
    in a million new ways.

    Same old cabbage
    whether it is Kimchi
    or Coleslaw
    gets fixed by slicing.

    Talk to the vegetables
    only to find out
    they know a lot more
    than you will ever know.

    Try solving the riddle
    by keeping busy
    until you find yourself
    getting in the way.

    A Sphinx is talking
    sand storm fist
    into a dying face
    of roughed up history.

    You lap at your own
    little drivel
    of what seems to be
    some sort of meaning.

    You lick at it
    same as any cat
    licks the saucer
    in hopes of something.

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    241121A
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    Buy only organic
    natural foods
    supplementing them
    with plenty of minerals.


    Hydrate regularly
    eat paleo
    and remember Keto
    is another salvation.

    It may change
    sometime next week
    but it is all about alfalfa
    this time around.

    Build muscle
    to save money
    and always upgrade
    to current versions.

    Practice sensitive
    rough but safe sex
    always unattached
    and uncommitted.

    Read the latest
    best seller publications
    and name drop
    with a few of the details.

    Call your self
    to leave a message
    and remember
    you must be a hero.

    Good grooming
    is about not one hair
    ever out of place
    in unspeakable regions.

    Watch that hair split
    argument as to the right
    word and tone of voice
    so you can get heard.

    Your selfie needs
    need updating
    along with the new
    things and skills.

    Build a following
    the way nations build
    their armies
    of uniform followers.

    It will make you seem
    more powerful
    as if commanding
    of respect.

    Use a good firewall
    when you browse
    the dark net
    and porn sites.

    Tell those you know
    you watched the games
    even if it was no more
    than names and scores.

    Pretend you can afford
    bottle service
    at your local bar
    to impress the drunks.

    Shop online
    for warehouse deals
    so people will see you
    as no longer boring.

    You must recollect
    whatever it was
    you never forgot
    and then make a list.

    Regularly rearrange
    those pieces of furniture
    in your open wide mind
    awaiting new guests.

    They might remain
    with you a while
    if you avoid clutter
    and redecorate.

    Most of what you have
    to keep rearranging
    is inherent from anyone
    who lived better than you.

    You are no one
    until you play the markets
    and make those
    life style changes.

    Invest in properties
    you never live in
    demolishing the quaint
    and historical.

    Eat in colourful places
    where portions are smallest
    labelled artisan
    or premium quality.

    It all proves something
    about your character
    and it is certain
    to attract more people.

    Sell yourself
    and sell everything
    you might not need
    when the weather shifts.

    Cultivate the void
    that you wrap around you
    as if emptiness protects
    what you value most.

    Don't rock the boat
    knowing you are the first
    who will be pushed off
    and pushed under.

    Seasonal styles
    change every year
    and you are defined
    by where you lease.

    Then pimp yourself
    at the wine bar
    pretending to afford
    being expensive.

    You might tell someone
    you want to show them
    your new home theatre
    and the latest release.

    You learned a scripted
    canned conversation
    that someone prepared
    for thousands of you.

    If you have something
    of the right look
    promoted in the media
    you might find someone.

    The oddest fact
    about all of that is
    it really is likely
    to get you somewhere.

    You might become someone
    if you can keep it up
    the way they tell you
    that the rich do it.

    At least you believe
    that it will keep you
    far more safe
    from getting killed.

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    Some grim rumblings from my Xmas coal mine.
    Those are some lumps, just for you, this year.
    You know you deserve them, but you won't admit it.

    Interesting works....

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  • From Rockinghorse Winner@21:1/5 to General Zod on Thu Dec 2 18:19:01 2021
    On 2021-12-01, General Zod <generalzod833@gmail.com> wrote:
    On Wednesday, November 24, 2021 at 1:57:35 PM UTC-5, robertm...@gmail.com wrote:
    141121A



    Some grim rumblings from my Xmas coal mine.
    Those are some lumps, just for you, this year.
    You know you deserve them, but you won't admit it.

    Interesting works....

    Yup, I enjoyed reading them very much.

    --

    "Many have sought in vain to tell joyously of the Most Joyous. Now at last It declares Itself to me, now in this misery." - Holderlin

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