Sublime is the gap between the ticking of the clock
Omininity of “otherness” breeds, well, word invention
Which joins the lists of hobbies which have now replaced the news.
Fifties roads and empty skies, no weekends, just sameness
It don’t mean a thing if it aint got swing

Unknowingness breeds ennui. Not boredom, not quite
But after six weeks of sunshine and barbies every day
Even the house thinks: why are they always here?
I know of no-one infected; Hardship is to queue
Down at B&Q – is this Russia?

The largest collective act of mankind
Virtue signalling: verisimilitude of pain?
We’re not in Syria, we’re not in Iran and it’s really not too bad
What did you do in the…no, don’t mention the war
Not even a phony war

I shaved my head, I grew my beard, variety being the spice
Of… new normal? No; the soundtrack of a life now changed
Irrevocably. Unless, of course, you’ve gone before your time.
Lost thousands in pay, lost a planned holiday, but also
One of my years’ remaining