Every little moment of our tired lives
Straining against the seatbelt’s grip
Controlled every moment, don’t slip
Let go, let go, love and move on
Realize you aren’t anyone’s care
And hope they love forever long
Leave only peace and joy, all song
One broken heart can’t all go wrong
7.29.21 - Handle With Care
We’re all a little bit broken, from time to time
When the bad days stack up, like the dimes
We don’t have to pay the bills, we stay behind
Wishing for a break, praying for peace of mind
Anxiety rings louder when another bill arrears
And we dig our way out or dig down, deeper
All hearts beat, despite daggers of despair
Always, dearest remind me, handle with care
1.6.21 - Sue Infamy
Glass broken in a thousand fallen shards
Grey matter shattered by false Red hats
Fates heard these drums beat, once anon
Over distant lands and other gory shores
Maws that guzzled up corn syrup, not history
Gleeful greed-fattened hearts unfurled Rome
Hate wraps words on bricks flung with fervor
Before crumbling hospitals close their doors
Pasty dissonance so loud the towers tremble
While Privileged fan fires, led by Denier's guilt
Cities burn, while heavy clouds refuse to weep,
Apollyon’s mad mouth sewn chaos now reaps
12.17.20 - Pandemic Poetry #3
Made up stories to keep warm countless nights, wasted lives slinking into other skin,
All grown men, turns out, are really, still just boys dreaming of being a race car driver.
We look for ways to distract ourselves from these cold grey days, walling ourselves in
Frozen lakes of silenced quarantined promise, praying this spring thaw will revive her.
8.20.20 - Pandemic Sonnet #1
Hot rain pounded on square, concrete tombs
Our opinions overrode data, famous last words
For single-pained souls across a gasping globe
In empty classrooms, ghosts talked to screens
Smiled and pretended that everything was clean
Science toiled cures, scrubs-clad martyrs screamed
Scholars silenced, pleaded safety not guaranteed
Wise words twisted, gathering dust on toxic pulpits
Whilst pious, fat hypocrites proudly flouted lessons writ
In their treasured, leatherbound, ancient moral scripts
Pride becameth Fall for faithless worshipping a Con’s greed
Falsely-winged devout demanded sacrifice, so blinded
They offered up children to a righteous Death Cult idol
Blame for self-evident sins falls upon poisoned, Holy men
*notes and such
Two lines I liked but couldn’t figure out how to tweak and use. I still think this needs some re-arranging, but it needs to get out of my head for a while.
Omens in six-foot deep ends justified by green means
Foreshadowed in testing, autopsies backdated two weeks,