Please stop sending me monthly timelines
Walking back and forth to the fridge doesn’t count
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
Please stop sending me monthly timelines
Walking back and forth to the fridge doesn’t count
Wind
Howling
Strangers
Prowling
Dogs
Growling
Me
Scowling
– Obviously
It is
just so
unbelievableThat things
have come
to thisWho or
what will
save us?As we
stare into
the abyss…
Never
have
you
gone
out
more
now
you’ve
been
told
to
stay
in
Leaving
it
to
fate
alone
to
test
the
theory
that
fools
never
win
Whilst
social
distancingAnd just
about
subsistingTo what
we are
witnessingThere is
no point
resisting