Category: covid
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Through the broken glass
You have grown tired of sickness All the news, all the fake news and Graphs spinning in fractal mazes You want to sit with friends Say hi to strangers Enjoy music and poetry in a crowded room You want to attend workshops in person See peoples’ gears grind as they respond to prompts Wander aimlessly…
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dog walker haikus
yellow dog, brown dog black and tan, brindle or white tight, shaggy or coiffed respectful walkers stoop to gather poop in bags before they stroll on penis on a chain pit bull mix pulls him through park too proud to bag shit Chihuahua on leash acts like it’s a big, bad dog makes me laugh…
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you nod from your porch I nod while I walk this intimacy of strangers sustains us both 9-6-21
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Covid dream poem
dark obsidian night of being sent to your room for something your emotions have no control over it’s not your fault or anyone else’s it just is to get away you climb a sugar maple in your neighbor’s yard because if you climb your mother’s trees she’ll use the belt to protect her trees from…
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Buffalo sauce
I sip water to wash away The taste of Buffalo sauce in my mouth I thought I liked it, but I don’t Maybe, it is better to eat grilled tenders plain Than contaminate my breath with Chemicals mixed with food coloring Lately, everything takes like metal What that means I don’t know Maybe, I’m sick,…
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Swimming in third person
Coming out of COVID Albert realized He exists outside of his relationships Tries to reintegrate Beyond the confines of his mind Wonders why or if it matters Memories of friendships On an ascent path Rise, break cerebral fluid’s surface Like the taste of cinnamon and icing In the bottom of a bowl His mother once…
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opening
She asked when I’ll restart the open mic. I said I don’t know; I’m nervous about sharing a mic in confined spaces and I’d feel responsible if I spread the virus. She said no one makes them go; they’re adults; the guilt’s on them not me. I asked if anyone is guiltless. She said she’d…
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haiku in time of COVID social thirst
look…..outdoor dining oasis wavers relief mirage of safety 5-21-21
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Of milk and honey and the immortality quest
On the lintel above your door scotch tape copies of vaccinations. Pray the angel of death passes over and the blood red sea doesn’t flood your lungs. Near the light switch by the door hang a mask to wear when you go hiking in the wilderness. Gather your belongings buy a house in the promised…
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Seeking a Talking Bush in a Forest Fire
Thirty-five hundred years from now When no one writes in stone And COVID 19 is just one of many plagues Vaccination cards nailed above doors Of immigrant internment camps Who will edit facts that do not fit Purge first-hand accounts to make it holy Provide the name of a trust fund princess Who didn’t want…
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