There once was a illness from China
That spread through contact and saliva
Now we drink way too much
And stay inside to avoid touch
I’ll be a drunk at the end of this virus

breeze
freeze
squeeze
miss
his
this
is

love

Don't need uniforms
or suited up control freaks
prompting what we think

                    Kelly McManus

Hello poetry?
What poetry?
All I see is a bland formulation of "creativity"
Expressing the self?
What self?
Who determines the construction of the "self"?
The becoming?

"Your Mac battery is running dangerously low."
It made me laugh that they used the word dangerously.
Just how dangerous could a low computer battery be?
Stall your Netflix watching or your Pinterest spree.
But then I thought about skype calls cut off as a father overseas is watching his baby being born.
Or a start of the wedding march as the bride in white stands adorn.
I started to think about how something innocent can become the most dangerous thing in the world. How the usage of the medium decides the power it stores.
Like a Mac battery being dangerous, another thing which is not to toy.
Three words put together and said in one accord.
"I Love Pizza." is nothing to remark.
But
"I love you." can start a dangerous.
Dangerous.
Spark.

She's a strange one
And sometimes I think she likes
To play dumb
And sometimes I think she likes
To play the broken little bird
And she can twist whatever words
I dare to utter
She gives you that look, like butter
Wouldn't melt
Like all that time you spent
With her means the world
And she's a transfixing girl
She can make your heart feel alive
She'll make your soul feel numb
And I'm telling you, she's a strange one.