Post by anirbas on Apr 30, 2021 1:31:51 GMT -6
1.
From Alexis' speaker Billie E croons
"I don't wanna be here, anymore"
Reading luscious doomsday poems
as I listen and peruse pages
of poetry I think to myself
Who does? Wants to be here?
As opposed to there?
Or anywhere? Work?
Gotta mask it up.
Snap on the gloves.
Sanitize. Sanitize.
Don't answer the phone
till you've wiped it down
with antibacterial cleaner.
Zap the desk shared over shifts
with disinfectant spray. Spritz. Spritz.
Mask it up. Snap. Snap. Snap on the latex gloves.
Sanitize. Sanitize. Sanitize. Prioritize
cleanliness. Prioritize or you could die
2.
Friend or foe? Who can tell, anymore?
Everyone wearing masks of blue
white pink black and patterns
or sporting an important
message BLM- yes, they do
I don't know what's worse
The glaring unsmiling eyes
above a mask or the orbiters
that crinkle at the corners
signifying smiling behind
that mask of white pink black
Is it the smile of a friend?
Or a fawning prowling predator?
Perhaps a Xanax induced I'm so chill grin?
Go out? Who wants to? I have everything
I need right here in my comfort zone
Family. Books galore.
Netflix and so much more
on the television.
Internet. Computers.
Cellphones to reach
out and touch someone.
Or better, yet. Just text.
Oh! And, I don't have to mask it up.
Snap. Snap. Snap on the gloves.
Who does? Wants to be here, anymore?
3.
I light up a blunt
Inhale exhale stare
stare at the monitor
collecting my thoughts
Billie Eilish croons
"You should see me in a crown
I'm gonna run this nothing town"
I think to myself, goals, my dear goals
Something to look forward to here there anywhere
I'm not giving up on the universe myself or us and them
This virus can kiss my crone's ass right after my second
vaccination kicks in and I'm not a threat to my loved
ones my friends and even the strangers
that pass through my territory
and across my horizons
As soon as those interlopers
have been unmasked universally
and I can see if they have fangs
Perhaps I will continue wearing
my ubiquitous black mask after all
so my own fangs aren't on view
Reading luscious doomsday poems
as I listen and peruse pages
of poetry I think to myself
Who does? Wants to be here?
Me. I still have a lot
of living to do, damn it!
Anirbas aka Nir.
From Alexis' speaker Billie E croons
"I don't wanna be here, anymore"
Reading luscious doomsday poems
as I listen and peruse pages
of poetry I think to myself
Who does? Wants to be here?
As opposed to there?
Or anywhere? Work?
Gotta mask it up.
Snap on the gloves.
Sanitize. Sanitize.
Don't answer the phone
till you've wiped it down
with antibacterial cleaner.
Zap the desk shared over shifts
with disinfectant spray. Spritz. Spritz.
Mask it up. Snap. Snap. Snap on the latex gloves.
Sanitize. Sanitize. Sanitize. Prioritize
cleanliness. Prioritize or you could die
2.
Friend or foe? Who can tell, anymore?
Everyone wearing masks of blue
white pink black and patterns
or sporting an important
message BLM- yes, they do
I don't know what's worse
The glaring unsmiling eyes
above a mask or the orbiters
that crinkle at the corners
signifying smiling behind
that mask of white pink black
Is it the smile of a friend?
Or a fawning prowling predator?
Perhaps a Xanax induced I'm so chill grin?
Go out? Who wants to? I have everything
I need right here in my comfort zone
Family. Books galore.
Netflix and so much more
on the television.
Internet. Computers.
Cellphones to reach
out and touch someone.
Or better, yet. Just text.
Oh! And, I don't have to mask it up.
Snap. Snap. Snap on the gloves.
Who does? Wants to be here, anymore?
3.
I light up a blunt
Inhale exhale stare
stare at the monitor
collecting my thoughts
Billie Eilish croons
"You should see me in a crown
I'm gonna run this nothing town"
I think to myself, goals, my dear goals
Something to look forward to here there anywhere
I'm not giving up on the universe myself or us and them
This virus can kiss my crone's ass right after my second
vaccination kicks in and I'm not a threat to my loved
ones my friends and even the strangers
that pass through my territory
and across my horizons
As soon as those interlopers
have been unmasked universally
and I can see if they have fangs
Perhaps I will continue wearing
my ubiquitous black mask after all
so my own fangs aren't on view
Reading luscious doomsday poems
as I listen and peruse pages
of poetry I think to myself
Who does? Wants to be here?
Me. I still have a lot
of living to do, damn it!
Anirbas aka Nir.