‘Slide to power off’ as my finger runs across
and I close my screen like you draw the curtains
habitual round as the day ends
and darkness descends
sends my phone into slumber
where no text or number can be found
Where the infodemic another pandemic
and the horror of BBC news is put down
released from my hand
by my bed on the floor
so I can give rest to communication
hear no beeps anymore
close the door on the day
Sleep in silent sound calling
With a round of yawning
and dream-states dawning
I’m pillow-bound
folded in duvet I’ve hit the hay
and that’s where for now I’ll stay
Tomorrow I’ll cope with my next lockdown day.
May 14, 2020
May 14, 2020 at 1:55 PM UTC
‘Slide to power off’ as my finger runs across
and I close my screen like you draw the curtains
habitual round as the day ends
and darkness descends
sends my phone into slumber
where no text or number can be found
Where the infodemic another pandemic
and the horror of BBC news is put down
released from my hand
by my bed on the floor
so I can give rest to communication
hear no beeps anymore
close the door on the day
Sleep in silent sound calling
With a round of yawning
and dream-states dawning
I’m pillow-bound
folded in duvet I’ve hit the hay
and that’s where for now I’ll stay
Tomorrow I’ll cope with my next lockdown day.