Tin Bath

This room — Bare but for a tin bath In which I sit Soaping, Rinsing, Repeating. Lingering Until my fingers …

Time

Time — The infinite circle, So Divine, Yet understood only when we stop — Being.

This Truth

This Truth — ‘Tis neither true nor false, This Lie — Not black nor white, And as I hold it …

This Grey

This Grey — This altered state of White, Not Black yet, Will linger for a while, Awkwardly unsure — Neither …

They

They are watching me, The unknowable They, Their ocular probes slicing away — Slitting, slashing, night and day They. I …

The Virus

The enemy lines On pavements are drawn. Hazard taped benches — The public are warned! “Only leave home For food …

The Stream

As the Stream Becomes the River, Becomes the Sea — So it is You lie to me.

The Score

Oh, how quick we live — and noisily! ’Tis brief yet loud this tune we play. Each our own cacophony. …