Do I Give In

I am exhausted from exhaustion

My mind is a fishbowl with too many inhabitants

Do I give in and enjoy a lazy lane

Drape my weary and swollen toes in the icy waters of autumn

I have shed so many diseased tears over an empty couch

so many fears over the days I could embrace

The chills that swaddled from summer’s heat

Friends and fiction and my permenent host

I am exhausted from exhaustion

There is hesitation to my mornings

Disdain for golden leaves falling distant dreams

Normal is not quite what it seems

#longhauler

Illness

How is it going to be?

night stalking civility

I cannot comprehend with withered soul, the complacency

Bedraggled within my calloused feet, a fork in the road…no one seems to see

The hallway that looms between the walls of a mind…

has stopped time

As I witness the barren, stone ground, road ahead…

blistered and hollow

On and on and on, we, I shall go

Searching in the wilderness of a soul

I only wish to lay my bitterness in a earthen bed

Typhoid Mary, Now and Then

Have Karen’s and Ken’s been around long?

Well, yes, Karen’s have been around for centuries!

I understand that some in America do not think of history as important. After all… 2020 has become far more advanced than 100 years ago.

Did you say, asymptomatic? Is this new? Ignoring science? That never happens! Immigrant’s, person’s of color: black, brown, red… do matter. Oh wait! What about gay men being housed on an island (just a rumored suggestion!)

These, poor me, dramatically-soap opera, Karen, Ken, Brad and their reluctance to not use history as a, tool for the future, have lingered around in the bias shadows…since…ignorance has been a word.

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Fear, bigotry and misinformation – this reminds me of the 1980s Aids pandemic
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s http://This article is more than 3 months old Fear, bigotry and misinformation – this reminds me of the 1980s Aids pandemic This article is more than 3 months old Edmund White I saw the damage Aids did to the gay community, and I live with it myself. Now, at 80, I worry I won’t survive coronavirus

Oh! I forgot! Lest we forget what we did/do to those with mental health issues!

Social Alienation/Goya

the Thunder

thunder comes up over the hollow and lays down in the street

circles my yard and peaks at my feet

I try to wake my loved one to make her aware

then I realize that beside me she lays…rumpled here and there

to stay at home or not

no matter… the thunder rounds herself up

she will always be near

Panicked to be Free

I stagger around in my thoughts…as if an open book

as if a locked attic with no key and skeletons that wish to be free

My panic sets in whether day or night

In small snippets I remember the daffodils, the farmland, the rebirth, the light

In small, form fit spaces…this is where the head and the heart fight

I assume nature is alarmed, possibly having already panicked years before

Perhaps, the reason for a locked attic door