C.V.
8.
It's like a dream
now,
I went from pub,
to pub,
I even forgot about
the virus,
I bought steak
in "Mark&Sparks",
and beleive it or not,
I still have a library card,
so got a few Dvd's
and a cd of 50's Doo Wop,
It was so noisy though,
and I was swishing down
craft beer,
which gets you more drunk!
I was so pie eyed
when I got back,
and the dog was happy
to see me,
so we shared the steak,
I forget about things,
and so we should,
carrying this mental weight
around all the time,
it requiresrenewal
or a philosophy,
something better to cling too,
I still don't know what
I was born for...,
for this...
for this...
9.
Oh! No!
not another day,
the precipice
makes me so dizzy,
maybe my soul is f******!
maybe I lack one,
I always say I'm going
to go out and do something,
and I never do,
no the ocean comes in,
and then goes out again,
and so do I,
that's about as far as it goes,
I still lift up stones, though,
and look under them!
And this microcosm
is thriving,
away from it all!
I am nothing
but a spec
of consciousness,
living in a blank zoo..
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Positive minded! To forget about the virus. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.