Saturday, January 16, 2021

This Side of the Covid - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

This Side of the Covid

 

The Covid still is spinning me around

And flinging random thoughts against the roof

The bat-cave roof of this cosmic centrifuge

Whoops-a-go with a plastic temperature

 

And here’s a finger for the oxygen thing

With which to touch a passing ice-cream dream

And clutch it to a forest long sacrificed

For all the snot-paper I needed last week

 

So if, dear friends, I fail to make any sense

My words are piled in drifts along the fence

 

I think.

 

Maybe.

 

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