It's snowing covid
We've all had to take shelter from the storm.
We're wearing gloves & masks
As if it were freezing cold
We can see everyone's breath
Friends lovers strangers
Our own
carrying death.
Dangerous to go to the store
Apocalyptic vibes
We're like magnets staying polar opposites
pinballing around the room
To avoid each other
Total intimacy
Total isolation
Perfect relationships for the 21st Century
Everything's slowed down
Tahoe blue skies
Carbon ****** away
Coyotes running through the streets
The whole planet on furlough
Creative projects
Free at last
The agoraphobics wet dream
Rich in time
Poor in money
We're reminded once again
Nature bats last.
Ever since it started snowing covid.
Where we're going from here,
We don't know
Wishful thinking
Careful planning
It's all in the cellular snow
And it just keeps on snowing
its been said before
The one thing we do know
There's a bad moon on the rise
But
The seasons come and go
Wars they come and go
And the snow eventually blows away with the winds.
Apr 21, 2020
Apr 21, 2020 at 10:14 PM UTC
It's snowing covid
We've all had to take shelter from the storm.
We're wearing gloves & masks
As if it were freezing cold
We can see everyone's breath
Friends lovers strangers
Our own
carrying death.
Dangerous to go to the store
Apocalyptic vibes
We're like magnets staying polar opposites
pinballing around the room
To avoid each other
Total intimacy
Total isolation
Perfect relationships for the 21st Century
Everything's slowed down
Tahoe blue skies
Carbon ****** away
Coyotes running through the streets
The whole planet on furlough
Creative projects
Free at last
The agoraphobics wet dream
Rich in time
Poor in money
We're reminded once again
Nature bats last.
Ever since it started snowing covid.
Where we're going from here,
We don't know
Wishful thinking
Careful planning
It's all in the cellular snow
And it just keeps on snowing
its been said before
The one thing we do know
There's a bad moon on the rise
But
The seasons come and go
Wars they come and go
And the snow eventually blows away with the winds.
(Or at least when the vaccine blows in).
"Bad moon on the rise"
"Bad Moon Rising" John Fogerty, 1969
