when i looked into your eyes
they were pooled with tears
that led to streams
all caused by the storm
that you-
that i-
that we started
even in our darkest hour
i still got lost in your eyes
i would've drowned in the largest ocean
before i stopped loving you
except
i never stopped loving you
i never got to tell you that
and i wish i would have

when i told you to leave
all i really meant was stay

In a world of isolation where I have come to live a solitary life,
There is hardly any trial in the new contamination dictated strife.
The way of things and even loved ones we will yet come to bemoan,
To face an uncertain future where we face prospects to yet die alone.
Where is the wisdom and the knowledge our boasting said we had
Seemingly replaced by irrational hoarding and a toilet paper fad.
There is no surprise in the reaction or that people do what they do,
Believing that this is short lived and good times can be returned to.
Fewer friends and loved ones than on the days before,
In a used toilet paper world, on a selfish, remote and lonely shore.

I’m sitting here counting the hours,
This isolation, it’s ominous
You have started creeping into my thoughts
A drug that I have surmounted.

I still remember the days,
It hurts, to open the boxes,
That I had put away,
Deep inside the abyss of my mind.

And I go outside and run, they're playing our song,
I reach the hill where we last met,
I scream at the top of my lungs,
Can’t handle this regret.

I look in the mirror,
And see an old man,
In a young man’s body,
This social distancing, it’s menacing.

I should have never left you,
I was a young and foolish,
I thought I could have,
Carried on without you.

And I shut myself in, they're playing our song,
I get high, why did you take that jet,
I scream at the top of my lungs,
Can’t handle this regret.

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

Freedom to stop
Freedom to ponder
Freedom to slow
Not freedom to wander

Freedom to worship
on FaceBook or You Tube
Freedom to pray
along in my room

Freedom to chat
on What's App or phone
Freedom to write
letters back home

Freedom to read
that book that's been waiting
Freedom to finish
my puzzle or painting

Freedom to thank
my friends and my neighbours
Freedom to help
without fear, without favour

So enjoy all your freedoms
within the disruption
Savour your choices
Retreat's not an option.

I hear his footsteps on the floor

Waiting just outside the door

On carpet like they had before

We don't have it any more

I wonder who he's waiting for!