solitude of the soul

revealing

peeling

did the robins always sing so loud?

her heart aches

and yawns

and sings

the crazy song

some call it wild

she calls it spirit

she calls so loud now

i hear her

far over the cacophony

the madness

i hear her whispers

and her screams

i feel her tears

and the warmth of her skin

she digs the earth

beneath her toes

her body rekindles happiness

again, and

again

Impulsive as Fuck

that's how i describe

or try to explain away

my wild meanderings of my soul

Dear FB land...please note, if you ever expect to be vetted for a potential position, a political appointment or even a hand in marriage.....maybe don't post poetry. but anyway.... this is called:

DEAR COVID

i actually want to release all my bodily fluids at once onto the earth and stomp all over them until the plates shift and the monsters come out from the bowels of our souls and take all the bad men away.

you will wear a mask

you will not

i will not listen

you will listen

you must

i can't

i don't hear you

i don't see you

follow the rules

follow the rules

follow the rules

i know what's good for you

listen to me

only to me

i can help you

please take off this mask

i'm choking

i'm choking

i cannot breathe