"quarantines" poems
A thin film of air quarantines the words,
And toggles them into reverse,
Settling them back under the tongues.
The eardrums condensed by a deep warble,
Nothing heard, nothing said,
The pupils swelling like planets through a telescope lens,
Tired eyes gazing, as time flings itself in sepia and grain,
Planting memories of twilights on a park bench after a rusty Monday,
As you looked over a five year old dressed as a ballerina,
Of subtle brushes of the fingertips,
While you walk into the grocery shop in your robe,
The throat starts to build a lump,
And translating it into a warm feeling,
You stay rooted,
As,
The eyes,
Watch,
Un-love,
Wait,
Listen,
Surrender,
And love again,
In Radio silence.
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 2:40 PM UTC
New York City has just published
the Doomsday Book.
Highlights include:
* They will ration life saving medicine.
Sarah was right. They have convened
the death panels.
* They will enforce quarantines. They will
separate the infected from the unaffected;
hoping the infection of fascism
spreads into the mind
of the entire
body politic.
* They plan the destruction
of domestic animals.
Even little Joey's
Teddy Bear will not
be spared. As
we speak,
its furry head
lays upon their
guillotines of
justice.
* They will seize property. The
thieves running the county
are carefully planning
a final plunder.
* They will search our homes.
They see us living in our
glass cages. There is
nothing left to monitor;
but we will all be
compelled to make
daily entries
into our
Facebook
accounts.
John Q Public
believes these
measures
are good.
The terrorists
frighten his
banal
imagination.
His sound
reasoning likes
the idea of
another brick for
our prisons of fear,
another bar
to strengthen our
cages of **********
Music Selection:
Rory Gallagher,
Walk on Hot Coals
2/16/11
Oakland
jbm
Apr 12, 2013
Apr 12, 2013 at 8:01 PM UTC
You sit down in front of a computer
A laptop, mainframe or anything with keys
Deftly designing, predicting futures
You solve problems with unrealistic ease.
Days and nights you spend staring at the screen
Running on caffeine, junk food, random snacks
Eyes spotting errors, fingers sharp and keen
There isn’t one mistake you can’t track.
Sometimes you can get very, very stuck
Which makes you a horrible annoyance
As you start to moan about how you ****
Making those around wish for your penance.
You go crazy, grumbling technical words
Gazing into space, losing yourself there
In the world of code- it’s just plain absurd
To anyone who’s sadly unaware.
But soon you figure out the hidden glitch
Buried between long complicated lines
Like a tailor, you repair the wrong stitch
Weaving marvels from virtual quarantines.
Alas! Not many try to understand
Ignorant about what just makes you tick
To them, code is a unique world so bland
It’s your paradise, glue to make you stick
You see patterns among random mysteries
You cannot resist killing viruses
Behind the screen lie your numerous victories
Humble and hard-earned are your calluses.
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 4:27 AM UTC
I get busy.
I have a hard work ethic, and while it may be a curse for people I care about, it's not for me.
Working makes me very happy...
...so do you. But Life likes being lived in quarantines, and I'm not going to break walls between regions just to let them collide.
Too messy.
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 10:03 AM UTC
I turn on the TV and see
Riots, looting and destruction
I was confused at what I saw
Tear gas and the national guard
Rubber bullets, for what?
An unarmed man was shot and killed
At the wrong place at the wrong time
They had a candle light vigil
Just a day before
They began to act out in hate
This documentary on Netflix
Shows life and lives around the world
Mundane to miraculous
The opportunity and essence
Unspoken
It gives me hope
Wakened by a nightmare once more
I have my morning dosage of nicotine and caffeine
Hop the turnstile
Forgot my wallet and my keys
At least I'm right on schedule
Running up to the office
Lying down on the couch
And unfurling my troubles
Now, I see the linked headlines
Almost 2,000 dead in Africa
A horrible outbreak
Some think it's a hoax so they protest and attack
Casualties and quarantines
International epidemic disease
And I'm sick just hearing about it all
I'm so sorry
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 3:07 PM UTC
My tongue is strung
On the headlines
A virus sprung
Across coastlines
From China wall
To the earth's span
The bouncing ball
Of bad cells fan
One dug a path
At humankind's
Causing a wrath
Of quarantines
This turn of fate
I pray comes straight
Logan Robertson
3/21/20
Mar 21, 2020
Mar 21, 2020 at 10:15 AM UTC