Spectrum Special Edition

Wednesday, March 18, 2020

Coco

Catch & Release 

I still wonder sometimes if you miss how she feels 
Was she tighter than me or her skin more firm
Could there have been moaning or soundwave shattering shrills
You once told me how good it felt to unload your sperm

Raw and uncovered you trusted blindly unknowing the compromise 
Come home too tired to play with me not even a kiss
All your winnings were long spent in between her thighs 
Little did you know what you failed to miss 

Your smug callous remark loving how she would focus on her
Infatuated with the chase telling me I was too easy to catch
So I uncovered truth I saw clearly but to you a blur 
While you were chasing your hearts oh so perfect match

The only thing she wanted from you while her husband was away 
Ecstasy from your loins with no intention to be your bride someday


Keep Calm and Write Poetry

Write about forgiveness, write about your regret
Talk about your feelings and jot it all down 
Scribe all the things that are causing you upset
This is the time to document what’s happening all around 

Empty shelves and empty selves as COVID 19 hits the city 
Terrified voices are not such “fake news” as lockdowns flood the globe
No more outings, no school too, no place for a vigilant committee 
Stay home tonight, everything will be alright; put on your slippers & robe

Will this novel virus turn into a plague
Keep your wits calm, try not to be dreary 
The outlook thus far seems to be vague  
History will need to be captured more clearly 

When the paper runs out as many hoard in dismay 
They will remember your words you etched out in clay


United Quarantine 

Has this COVID-19 virus given you the blues 
Those H1N1 type blues with chills in your bones 
Or is this much more like swimming in SARS news 
We all wear a mask just like Black Death clones

The dysentery frenzy of cholera treated water 
Has us all hoarding toilet paper and raiding all the aisles
But what of the children; keep watch your sons and daughters 
Lest we all end up in mass graves and piles 

The smell of typhus coming up from the freshly topped soil
Consumption spews from the lungs of coughing, sneezing colds 
Malaria rash from head to toe or swine flu pathogen gargoyle 
Ebola bat cousins swooped in and took hold 

As the death toll continues to rise through social contagion 
The only cure; we all stand together a truly United Nation 

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