Feb 2021
Ease me into the daylight
11 February 2021
When February comes, it comes at war.
Days strive lighter, nights grow colder. Each at challenge paces - ready already to fire -February pawns and Kings! The other pieces have fallen.
My extra blanket seems poor armor, as do the now naked trees, my quivering knees, world of snow and ice - what options, where is certainty?
I need to hold on. Some are laughing, but I am not. Who holds the die? Media? AI?
Anticipation is not today; it is not yet come. Even the earth needs to tilt again to a kinder place, and the anticipation makes me dizzy. Yet spinning the circus wheel threatens only but another toss into chaos and confusion today.
The Rook, the Bishop, Queen are off the board. The game is almost played.
Today’s paper renews my view. Boiling and bubbling that stew of staff-dead worlds we ‘*****’ ourselves to avoid. Where is mine? Who holds my manhood?
Factories steaming into the night. Workers walking head low. Asking where is our’s.
Up and down, round and round. Struggle-hungry for a quiet warm home.
Ease me into the daylight. I am trying not to blink.
Tis’ not my favorite, this famous February of 2021.
11 February 2021
When February comes, it comes at war.
Days strive lighter, nights grow colder. Each at challenge paces - ready already to fire -February pawns and Kings! The other pieces have fallen.
My extra blanket seems poor armor, as do the now naked trees, my quivering knees, world of snow and ice - what options, where is certainty?
I need to hold on. Some are laughing, but I am not. Who holds the die? Media? AI?
Anticipation is not today; it is not yet come. Even the earth needs to tilt again to a kinder place, and the anticipation makes me dizzy. Yet spinning the circus wheel threatens only but another toss into chaos and confusion today.
The Rook, the Bishop, Queen are off the board. The game is almost played.
Today’s paper renews my view. Boiling and bubbling that stew of staff-dead worlds we ‘*****’ ourselves to avoid. Where is mine? Who holds my manhood?
Factories steaming into the night. Workers walking head low. Asking where is our’s.
Up and down, round and round. Struggle-hungry for a quiet warm home.
Ease me into the daylight. I am trying not to blink.
Tis’ not my favorite, this famous February of 2021.
