why do I feel the most alive when the world is asleep?
most real when people's minds are in dreams?
most heard when no one is listening?

same as the moon
I burn brightest
in the darkness

a candle of the living

The algorithm's not there
the numbers don't add up
and no one's got the fare,

so
we're staying in tonight
tomorrow
the next day
next week
next year?

and yet
freedom could be so near
but as usual
there's no one to care

The inevitable invariably happens when the lights go down at dusk.

I'm tying up my tin soldiers and putting them in bunkers as the fireworks are due to start now.

When the 'Magic Robot' hasn't got the answer because the question's not there,
who do we go to and who would we know who would know?

My mind goes Meccano and starts building an airport,

I am caught between two lines of thought,

I need to be touched and held.
As a human, I need that like
I need oxygen, food and poetry.
It's not ******; it has nothing to
do with a relationship, it just has
to be someone I've known for
a long time and we care about
each other.
I don't want to be accosted or
held by a stranger.
I boxed for a few years, and it
wouldn't bode well for that individual.
This world is brutal, we are dealing
with a pandemic.
Life can be cruel beyond belief.
I need to be touched and held.
I need to feel a heartbeat next to mine.
This life is so fleeting, one minute I'm
five years old burying my goldfish in
the backyard, crying because I don't
understand death and the next
minute 48 years have passed by.
I've buried my Mom, Dad, two
brothers, and over 20 of my
close friends.

When I'm holding someone,
and someone is holding me,
I feel alive and I'm pretty
sure they do too.
As a poet, my senses are
on high alert:
touch, taste, smell etc...
I need to taste the salt from
a gentle kiss on her forehead.
I need to feel the smoothness of
her cheek on my shoulder as we
watch a movie or talk about
distant memories.
I need to feel her smooth feet when
I rub them after she's had a
tumultuous day at work.
This ******* Coronavirus has
got everyone so afraid of
contact and I get it.
But if I die as a direct result of
touching or being touched by
someone that I love...
I can think of much worse
ways to go.