Winter is apon us

 

Under the snow
the mountains
are like lovers
under the sheets

2020 the covid year

 

Grocery chronicles

Boomer
On a motorized
shopping cart

shouting "you are too close,"
through her mask
"I don't want to die !"

fear in her eyes
she speeds away
down the wine aisle

Grocery Chronicles

Masked marauders

pillaging the cleaning supplies

in aisle three

Little old lady swings her cane

like Tiger Woods

on the 14^th tee

Woman

in a parked car

crying uncontrollably

staring at her

cell phone screen.

Having no answers

I avert my eyes

and walk by

leaving her

to her pain.

  Covid 19

strangely prepared
for the isolation of the plague
I've tried so hard  to  be seen
and I always disappear 

Listening to the Thunder in the snow

  Got to hear it thunder
 last night in the snow,
 Nothing like the wild, 
raw power of a tropical
deluge along the southern coast,
It was more like a Mother slapping
the back of the head 
of a  misbehaving child.
Wake up pay attention

The Final Cut

The bunker is quiet,
Dear leader talks
of himself in the third person.
Only the echoes respond

F**KING CANCER

Its Gods will

 I envy the faithful
who believe in a divine 
Conspiracy theory,
that explains 
the Cancer sweeping my Family
away.

Internet spirits

Internet spirits

I keep e-mail addresses

of friends and family

who have died

Just in case they reach

out and want a quick response.

Their Facebook pages

are like tombstones,

I visit to pay my respects.

I’ve got ghosts in my machine.