During the lockdown, I didn't do much writing and wasn't inspired like some to write about Covid or the lockdown in general, as I figured there would be enough people doing this already. The poem below is a new and first draft. It is meant to be messed up like the whole crisis and covers things I have heard said from a whole host of people and media. Comments please and anything I could add to ...
Wednesday 21st October 2020 8:43 am
The closest I could find
to the end of the world
under a crumbling roof
Reach for the magic button
Silent and bitter protest
with only one wish
A chocolate mouth that's warm as wet
Hurting like Hell
Just a tearaway
Distant star, our world that ended.
Wednesday 13th January 2016 11:07 pm
Gothic storm across the heavens, splitting
the sky in two creating a rip in the fabric
of the sky into which the earth will fall,
doomed and dead into the abyss of time
forever more. We are the generation of the damned,
condemned to be this for the rest of our lives
until we die, by our own hand
or that of Old Father Time or of our enemies,
stalking us ...
Thursday 23rd January 2014 1:30 pm