Isolation and the many other feelings associated with a 21st century global pandemic. |
Pandemic-inspired items. -mental health -isolation -loneliness -discontent -politics -wonder |
7-29-21 I woke up in a cold sweat about something I forgot to remember to forget. Pacing the walls of this room before a Zoom call I didn't wanna do is like impending doom but I always do what I gotta do and if I come off as soft, well, that's you. This made me up as I went along, on and on, like an earworm song. I keep trying to be the best I can while you're trying to turn The Band into Steely Dan but listening to my accomplishments is like hearing complaints from the unrestrained. Fingers snapping don't quiet themselves; another audience I can't seem to help. I rode a rainbow straight through the middle of Hell when I crashed into you just to find myself and instead I got fooled into thinking everything was okay. You wouldn't have it any other way. |
6-11-21 Who's wrong? Who's right? There's more than two truths in sight. I can't fight what I can't believe but if you can see, then I can see that this is stronger than make-believe. And when you see it coming it's easy to perpetrate deviation of the unseen. If you're not ready I can't help ya when you think the world's Helter Skelter. Grab your mask, grab a flask, take five; feel unasked to be alive. This isn't how we planned it so reroute the course of misunderstanding. read the message breathe the evidence teach the method kill the messenger There's a simple kind of solution (that's right) that some look at as pollution but the population still deals with unrest like every day brings a new distress. One wrong turn and you're gone. Miss a breath, miss your song being sung by the wrong jury. Hurry, hurry! The public scurries when too many truths are mishandled and we don't need more scandals. How many lives don't have to matter until the scatter values more than chatter? read the message breathe the evidence teach the method kill the messenger There's not much left you can't endure when your time is spent insecure of how your life circles. But living isn't swirling and twirling. Make sense of the chances or chance sense making you ashes in a pit your destiny disbelieved. You underachieved and now you're a seed hopefully for someone's knowledge, which you refused to acknowledge. Ride hard and be unspoken for while we all move on perpendicular. read the message breathed the methods choked on the evidence messenger killed |
4-22-21 The confusion was palpable. I heard your internal monologue in slow-mo and it still sounded like you were born without thumbs as a method of communication. My brain tried to jack it off as a random occurrence, but sometimes ignorance is thicker than the most submissive truth. You'll call it what you want in your discretionary, arbitrary new language of resentful discontent, and we'll relegate you to the end of history you rightfully deserve to be on. The only thing perhaps you'll ever be right about. |
4-22-21 Snow falls like birds of prey and the town has whistled to a stop, saying "It can't be us!" but it can and better than we know. We've become clusters; an isolated public of eyes minus faces and heads without brains, thinking we know everything and many do about nothing. To say I haven't done much recently isn't saying much; it's just that now I've got better excuses and more people to say that to. It's been a long time since my better days, whatever that means, though maybe you can't tell the difference as much as I can. Is it a product of the times, or the timing of my productions? Each time I look out the window I lose track of how much time has passed, and it feels like I always end up back where I started. |