POETRY
Sunday Pandemic Poem
The air has never been so fresh
the sky so clear and blue
But when this plague is over
I wonder what we'll do
Have the spiritual awakening
that most are hoping for
Or go back to treating Mother Earth
like she's our fucking whore
Pandemic, Monday
Older and fatter, that's what I'll be
when the world once again
gets a good look at me
Stronger and braver and more rested
I guess
But Ill be wearing a mumu
instead of a dress
Pandemic Poem
Wearing masks is now the norm
Be it in sunshine or in storm
Accept we must this current style
But how are we to see a smile?
Like It Is
No children in the playground
No lovers in the park
No laughter from the corner bar
Not even after dark
This world so full of wonder
now sealed-off like a tomb
And just when springtime fills the air
with lilacs in full bloom
It's never been so quiet
It's never been so sad
And those who aren't dying
are slowly going mad
I had my solo dinner
I took my daily walk
It's nothing like it used to be
when we would sit and talk
I don't know where it's going
and no one really does
But all we long and pray for
is that it just be like it was
My 77th Christmas
And so this is Christmas
and I'm here alone
But it's by my own choosing
so no need to moan
It's a pandemic Christmas
and I don't wanna die
So let's celebrate this one
next 4th of July
