Covid Spring Fever

Anger, so long held back,
But, then it broke,
Into shattered glass,
Bullets, screams, and smoke...

Heraclitus

From an ancient Greek,
An observation, advice,
That you cannot step
In the same river twice...

Sophistry

The words “nothing happened”,
Suggest that an opposite exists,
Where “nothing didn’t happen”,
Action obscured in logic mists...

Strut And Fret

Into the unknown day,

Embarked on a search,

For that we don’t yet know,

Forward into nothing we lurch,

Looking for happiness or

Meaning in our lives,

We dance and drift

Until whatever arrives...

In The Morning

Sometimes it has to be coffee
Others times it’s tea
Milk and sugar optional
Occasionally...

NY Subway, April 2020

Essential workers
Cheap and dependable
Ultimately
Expendable...

Pillow World

Viral images leak
Through neural seams,
And thereafter infiltrate
Otherwise peaceful dreams,
But the disturbances
They paint and make,
Happily dissolve
Once up and awake...

Near Miss

Like a cruise missile
Flying fast and low
Swooshes by my head
Hurried hungry crow...

What Happened

Virtual meetings,
Hug-less greetings,
Bounce off the walls,
Alcohol, introspection,
All side effects of
Pandemic infection...

Unsuspecting

Contemplating the nighttime stars,
Unsuspecting, on the green grass you lay,
When suddenly a flash of light,
And the aliens come to take you away...

Randomness

There’s what I think
I should have said,
But then uttered
Something odd instead,
Thanks to the twilight
Zone inside my head...

春雨

Hard to explain,
This peaceful feeling
From listening to the rain...

Michigan

Carry my rifle to the Capitol,
To intimidate, because I can,
Locked and loaded, I strut
Around like a country man,
Act like I’m ready to kill,
But constrained by reality,
I proclaim but stay still,
Except to pose for the
TV cameras, come what will,
Macho emotions unglued,
Rustic gun-lover thrill...

Slumber

Thoughts whirlpool down
Into something like a drain,
Consciousness weakens,
Seeds of dreams remain,
While twilight tendrils
Of numbness creep,
Slowly, stealthily, to
Put one down into sleep...

Post Pandemic

Emerging, on the other side,
Into a normalcy of sorts,
Restaurants only doing take-out,
And no spectator sports...

Before The Storm

Lost hope in the
Age of Reason,
Drenched by the first
Typhoon of the season,
No answers to the
Questions you ask,
Grimace or smile,
Hidden behind my mask...

隔離

These days of nature’s havoc,
Disconcerting, strange,
And we’re drinking
Heavily, while we rearrange,
We, who assumed the
Fun times would never change,
Now locked into boring rooms,
Where we cower quietly,
Waiting for the death
Of a killer we cannot see...

Ride Along

Followers
Have a need,
For someone
To lead...

Then off they go,
And how their story ends,
Well, that all depends...

While On A Nighttime Stroll

Miracle moment, not a second
Too late, or too soon,
Spring night clouds part
To reveal a full moon,
Unusually bright, and
Magical, silver silently
Shining a spell, a message,
Down to me...

Visage

Her face, like a mask,
She changes, depending
On the person or task...

What It Has Caused

New reality, adaptive rules,
Disruptive, discordant,
Results in poetry, songs,
Morose or mordant...

Social Mirror

It’s unfortunate, but sometimes true,
Your image of yourself,
Different from how others see you...