They may refer to it as a 'road map'
as if this is just another journey,
but we all know
that at the moment we're not allowed to travel
so what use is a map?
come to think of it
what use is a road?

it's just another soundbite to overload the signals that your brains try hard to process in the age of the pandemic.

I am turning into Rip Van and
no better than white van man,

falling asleep at the wheel or
searching Amazon for a deal
it's all a mix-up
feel like a setup
wish I had met up
with
Michel de Nostredame.

Make the static go
away,
the dead-dog depression;
the fleas tip-toeing across
my brain.
Hate locks the
door to the heart,
and puts the
soul in a cage.
The rage consumes,
like a west coast fire.

Make the static go
away,
the electric anxiety;
the butterflies swimming in
my blood.
Love is a fantasy,
a fairy tale for children.
Devotion
imprisons
the mind and
subdues the heart.

Give me sweet
apathy, beautiful
sedation, let me
float in bliss;
untethered by emotion.
Let me get lost, deep
in the core of the orchid,
and sail aimless,
in the
vast chasm
of the sea.
Give me radical
lethargy.

Have you seen the faces in the queues so long
Like the world has stopped until the next loud gong
Have we become immune to the system is the system wrong
There's no life left in the faces of the queues so long

Yes

I kissed

My mother's feet


And yes

I would kiss yours

My sweet

i see you in gold
intrepid on the mountain
and a person now