Panic! Panic!
All hands on deck,
No authority here to protect us,
I’ve checked,
This authoritarian regime,
Nationalistic foaming,
Has left no room for sense or reason,
If you’ve got it,
Hell, that’s treason!
Panic! Panic!
Virus unleashed!
No stockpiling or masks will suffice,
This is the new war,
The one we can’t dispute,
The one we can’t refute,
Oh, we’ll need a strong leader
To assuage our Corona fears,
We’ll need them in place for at least
4 years.
Tag: poem
There Will Be Change
The door is open,
Something I’ve longed for,
For so long,
And still my foot hesitates,
My leg quivers,
My body shivers
of the other side,
Possibilities,
Good or bad,
A divergence from what is already had,
But whether or not I move through,
I will still be moving,
There will still be difference,
This is a conveyer belt life,
Nothing ever remains,
Whether or not you change tracks,
There will still be change
Heady with Desire
Heady with desire
For weighed bodies engaged,
Immersed in one another,
Heat of anticipation coaxed away with gentle nudges,
Touch, rhythmic rubbing
Of souls
in need for each other’s liberation,
Pleading into open mouths
for release
Becoming lost
Deep, deep,
Deeper in the abyss of ecstasy.
Free
Liberation,
In your own way you’ve taught me about that,
About the cage always being open,
Even when we fear we’re trapped inside,
Liberation,
Taking off chains of willful acquiescence,
For a higher plane of being,
For freedom,
A word we take for granted,
And abuse with use,
Liberation is escaping,
But returning to free one’s brethren,
Until all can claim to be,
Really and truly,
Unbound,
Unowned,
Free.
Eyes and Mind
I have want of you,
Oh how I miss you,
Miss the knowledge that I see you,
Just as I am seen,
For my words,
And the soft subtle space in between,
How I miss your eyes and your mind,
Those that I’ve never not loved,
Those that I can get not enough of.
Not a Full Moon
It’s not a full moon
And here I can’t see the stars
Still thoughts are with you
She of Letters 