Sea swimmers have soup in their veins
I push a pram away from the sun,
transfixed on its stand off with the moon
It backs down and bleaches the sky pyro pink...
Others no longer focused on patchwork pavements either.
Showing posts with label Pandemic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pandemic. Show all posts
Burnt sweet potato, pigeon blood
Memories of this place.
Burnt sweet potato.
Pigeon blood.
It wouldn't come up
A 2 bed rental.
Housed our birthing pool.
Stagnant water from a stay in hospital.
An unhinged neighbour. A freedom fighter
left drowning in his stereo, the night before
Having to downsize due to COVID19
Burnt sweet potato.
Pigeon blood.
It wouldn't come up
A 2 bed rental.
Housed our birthing pool.
Stagnant water from a stay in hospital.
First responders and midwife treads
An untouched courtyard.
Plans of plants just roots in our heads
Plans of plants just roots in our heads
An unhinged neighbour. A freedom fighter
left drowning in his stereo, the night before
Rat Olympics from the kitchen to the bin store .
And a landlord second toke nonchalance
But Our little carpet crawler, new knees, the bees knees, we could've been
in a tent and still been happy with him. A new lease of life.
Every moment marked in these four walls. (but any)
in a tent and still been happy with him. A new lease of life.
Every moment marked in these four walls. (but any)
Every moment now flaking paint in a world pandemic
Having to downsize due to COVID19
No formula
2020 and we see the staples
in a society of stockpilers
How many configure.
It's a squeeze to get on the first train
at the expense of a neighbour's sway
some cupboards full
without a care for those
who must entertain hunger and
then bathe in their own shit
that's before we've gotten to the pandemic
My wife must solely feed our baby next week
Because there's no formula in a pandemic.
in a society of stockpilers
How many configure.
It's a squeeze to get on the first train
at the expense of a neighbour's sway
some cupboards full
without a care for those
who must entertain hunger and
then bathe in their own shit
that's before we've gotten to the pandemic
My wife must solely feed our baby next week
Because there's no formula in a pandemic.
Trust me
Trust me to have writers block in a pandemic.
I'm not seeing anyone about the town though! Most of my writing is done on bus journeys, but I haven't been on a bus in months. Anyway...Here is something I started.
Cars line the front
as if they are in mourning
They'll soon get moved along
by heads who don't need
the sea to stomach
their thoughts today.
ps music production is kicking off with more time I have. Expect to see more music on here than writing perhaps?
I'm not seeing anyone about the town though! Most of my writing is done on bus journeys, but I haven't been on a bus in months. Anyway...Here is something I started.
Cars line the front
as if they are in mourning
They'll soon get moved along
by heads who don't need
the sea to stomach
their thoughts today.
ps music production is kicking off with more time I have. Expect to see more music on here than writing perhaps?
Petrol
I wrote this with 'I trawl the megahertz' in mind. Everything feels pretty surreal!
March 20.
Petrol never smelt so pure...
March 20.
Petrol never smelt so pure...
Mask on. A nurse, slumped at
the back of an empty bus,
can barely afford the sunshine.
She is on a conference call
to a fantasy land where there
are no ladders and she is
royalty through occupation alone.
Earphones in.
She is miles away from an eviction notice
and every mile she runs is for her thought process alone.
She has money untied in her account
that can be any currency but sterling.
She's just awaiting the gun.
But as the driver puts his foot down
she is rocked back to reality,
A witness to groups flocking beaches.
Hoarders who would let their neighbours swim
then drown in their own waste.
They've been taught to fend for
themselves for years,
when were they suddenly going to change?
She realises that her time on the front line will be an age.
Beyond this time is white noise.
No cornerman or hydration
But if she could hazard a hope
she'd be in a cafe in central Paris.
Awaiting a Calvados, followed by a stroll along the seine
Ready to be swept off her feet by moonlight.
Watching the tower lights. but until then...
she sets foot in the elevator,
and realises her time on the front line will be an age.
the back of an empty bus,
can barely afford the sunshine.
She is on a conference call
to a fantasy land where there
are no ladders and she is
royalty through occupation alone.
Earphones in.
She is miles away from an eviction notice
and every mile she runs is for her thought process alone.
She has money untied in her account
that can be any currency but sterling.
She's just awaiting the gun.
But as the driver puts his foot down
she is rocked back to reality,
A witness to groups flocking beaches.
Hoarders who would let their neighbours swim
then drown in their own waste.
They've been taught to fend for
themselves for years,
when were they suddenly going to change?
She realises that her time on the front line will be an age.
Beyond this time is white noise.
No cornerman or hydration
But if she could hazard a hope
she'd be in a cafe in central Paris.
Awaiting a Calvados, followed by a stroll along the seine
Ready to be swept off her feet by moonlight.
Watching the tower lights. but until then...
she sets foot in the elevator,
and realises her time on the front line will be an age.
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