THE SKY IS FALLING!

THE SKY IS
                       F
                         A
                            L
                              L
 ­                               I
                                ­  N
                                    G!

our sitch
                   at the moment
                   is quite the same

unless we are crying
                     WOLF! WOLF!




              thank u
               miss info
                dis-em-e-na-tor
                  donny j


    without whom
     we wouldn’t
                                     be standing
                                      under umbrellas
          with baren spines
           as the thunderous
                      angry skies
           fully open upon us



Presidential now, are we?
           Yoda would posit
To the game, late you are #45




THE SKY IS FALLING
as wall street is



              we
               shelter in place

               social animals that we are

     self isolate
     worry     catastrophize    ignore
    
     attempts to hold on


                  we
                   reach out to comfort
                                   to be comforted






get out your cards
throw the i ching
           the runes
program & grid your crystals


wash your hands
cover your mouth
maintain isolation
                social distance
daren’t cough
             sneeze
             touch

try not to breathe



                  thru all this
                   cling to sanity



         cuz baby


             looks like we just

                     stepped on the carousel

My fingers used to
always smell of her,
her scent would linger
on my clothes for days

Now that she has left,
my fingers reek of cigarettes,
and my clothes remain unwashed

All I want is for my skin to
absorb her scent once again

But this is not a poem,
and she has changed her perfume

alluring astute astounding
       creature
        born of
  
moonlightraysandkissesofoshun           wavesonbaretoesatmidnight
pleads

sotto voce

as the hiss of gaslights hush

& darkness
              l.    o.     p.    e.     s.     t.     h.     e.    
          e                                               ­             r.
      v                                                         ­           o.
  n.                                                            ­                                                                 ­                         
                                                                ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                                                             


l­ike death taking a young child innocently playing





         despite her   des  pair it cry

she could not be heard
for they did not see
                          her


trapped there
  betwixt

         the fall and the rise


              a ray of the full moon for ever trapped in her own eclipse

                                         seeingallyetforeverunseen
                                       ­  brilliancetrapedintheblackholeofeternalnight

born under a dead star

sun extinguished

nothing rising stillhopeagainhopeagainhopeagainhopeonhopealways as
                                    whispers f
                                                      a
       ­                                                  l
                                                           l
            
                                                                ­            
                                              muteon­deaffearsaretruerthanboogiemenunderthebed




moon aglo behind her with no mirror to reflect
             her luminosity

                  into the endless night


                                       she & her

                                       solitaryexistance
                                               ­    into


infin i..........
                                               t

i used
                        to believe
                              thru the very core
                        of my being

                        with all i had
                                       was
                                       could fathom




            then.
  

                          THEN.       ­         


                                         T.         H.         E.         N.
    


                                  the unfathomable.



      when             faith
                     should have held me


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                  falling

                                   into an a                 s
        
                                                  b   ­       s

                                                       ­ y




                                    devoid of
      
                         rope       or.           ladder
                                    







perhaps
             a shift in my gaze



     might      
                    carry me

                              out on gabriel’s wings

it was
     a dastardly decision
         deeming fated
         to deny a future

filled with dismay
     furtive deeds     designed to forget

the futility of dark days