Wednesday, March 18, 2020

The Dreamer

his clothing my skin
his music my dream
        perfectly suited
I wear his breath
his words surround me
as my arms surrounded him
before he slipped away
not to return
his last songs ringing on the air
Just Say Goodbye 

for Darryl 

Monday, March 16, 2020


a blizzard with no snow
hurricane with no wind
tsunami with no water
a forest fire without flame
consumed by an invisibility
devastated by Fear as Sweeping as the Inferno
through Paradise

in time of plague
Change is the Word
so much left Untold
life as we know it always seen in rear view
as a sepia photo
a sweet memory of elder times
when life was Simple & Pure
(in our minds’ eyes at least)

Before Plague
                After Plague
the Wall between Now & Then
is the Margin of our Despair
a malignant normality
in the quicksand
of the middle distance
we get so comfortable with walls  

a narrative of isolation
no Intimacy no Touch
the Ultimate distraction
a justification
Under the radar and in Broad Daylight
by mental predators pretending Transparency
creating chaos and calling it choreography
seeking ownership of reality
in their Absurd theater of Lies

we are all prisoners here
in the poisoned well
of The Great Unraveling
keeping vigil
in the desert of our national discourse
It’s Somebody’s Last Night
making conversation
but trying not to scream

© 2020 pamela twining