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The Sadness Is Coming

The sadness that was coming is now hear
The medication held it off for a year
Now it’s busted through without fear
Heartbreaking stifled screams fill my ears

Don’t want to be heard standing in the crowd
Feel the indifference of places I’m not allowed
Despair can’t be heard from behind this shroud
Still grounded I’m not crazy enough to talk out loud

This is me
Inextricably
Inadequacy
Longing to be

Being small
Immediate fall
Giants’ mall
This is all

Vaccinate Me

Vaccinate me now, for fear of a third wave
Vaccinate me now, because I’m not brave
Vaccinate me now, before politics and rage
Vaccinate me now, there is a war to wage
Vaccinate me now, so I can smile and be free
Vaccinate me now, I need retail therapy
Vaccinate me now, so that I can be safe
Vaccinate me now, before the lovely waif
Vaccinate me now, my latte and scone await
Vaccinate me now, I’ll take this leap of faith
Vaccinate me now, let’s go back normal
But the trouble with normal...

New Geometry
 


Hopes pinned on an empty cafe
You’re standing too close, step away
Lines define a geometry of fear
Behind closed doors nothing is clear

Pacing lion is a sign of the times
Healing in discarded orange rinds
Maybe on finger tips or broken wind
Wondering where all this did begin

Veiled not to share all we are
Isolation both near and far
Concern broadens with the news
Bewildered by too many views

Unknowing certainty dug in deep 
Precious opinions are ours to keep
Obstinate defiance maybe deadly 
A recriminations and indifference medley

Days when the sun won’t ever shine
A smile by the park would brighten mine
In a safe space, me here you there
No hand to lend, walk on without care


Sunday Morning
 


I told you to be little
You didn’t know why
Signal bead of spittle
Not rain from the sky

I told you to be small
Be stealthy, go unseen
Under a rock go crawl
There display your sheen

I’m telling you it’s frightening
Listen, I can spare you pain
Like a rod you’ll draw lightening
Walk away from my tired refrain

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