Atomised

jun23

 

When I come in

I have to scrub you from my skin

And it feels so horrible

Every time

 

Scrubbing away any trace of the air

That may have passed

From my lover’s lips to mine

Where once we shared breath

So joyfully

Our bodies do not touch

Our eyes reach out

Across the metres

But even our gaze

Feels too intimate, feels like it breaks the rules

 

When I go out

Performing the dance

And fearing the breath

Of my neighbour

Holding my own as we pass

Because there is not space enough

But the space that there is

Is vast

The distance grows between us

How do we come together now?

 

Last year we occupied the streets

And all over the world

We stood together

Raged together

Now we all rage indoors, alone

My life reduced

To a slab of rare minerals

Fifteen by seven centimetres

A tiny window on the world

A tiny mirror of my mind

 

It’s an addiction, an obsesssion

I cannot get enough

I am hooked

Hooked up, hooked in

Scrolling for indignation, scrolling for hope

I pay heavily with my consent

I pay with the highjacking

Of our wheezing politics

Which has died without a ventilator

In a cardboard box on the doorstep of the Apple Store

 

And since my hands are gloved

And cannot reach out and touch yours

All I can do now

Is the dreaming

The dreaming up of the world to come

I want to make a new world

Where we all hold hands again

But tighter than before

So no-one slips and falls

And gets trampled underfoot

 

Where that tiny window

Does not become my jailer

Or my narc

But still lets in the oxygen,

Lets in the light; and makes us space to be

Where we can breathe

This new, fresh air together

And feel the warmth and sweetness

Of another human’s speech upon our face

Like a caress, not a contamination

 

When I come in

I have to scrub you from my skin

And it feels so horrible

Every time

 

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A Delicate Dance

jan13

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It’s the delicate dance that we perform around each other

That brings a tear into my eye

These little acts of caring

Like love across a two-metre divide

 

She stops around the corner to let me pass

I walk out into the road to give him space

To breathe freely, without fear

Polluting every waking moment

 

The bigger acts I cannot see:

The nurses and the doctors

The carers, and those making food

For other people without food

 

The people working round the clock in labs

To understand, identify and map

This pathogen. And all the people

Still at work so that the rest of us can shelter

 

And it all makes me cry, because, unlike the

Films and series on TV, we do not riot,

Attack each other out of fear and greed

Instead, we all of us take on this burden

 

We queue and wipe and wear a mask

And stand apart and some of us alone.

I choose to believe, because it makes me happy,

That’s its not just blind obedience and fear

 

That makes us do this; no – it’s love.

It’s solidarity. It’s the only thing we can do

Since the only ‘Safe Pair Of Hands’

We can rely on is our own

 

She stops around the corner to let me pass

I walk out into the road to give him space

To breathe freely, knowing that

This is a delicate dance of love

26/04/2020

This is a VERY rough piece, but the first thing I’ve been able to write in weeks. Hope I will be able to start writing again more (and better!) regularly now I’ve broken the dry spell! #DemandANewNormal people. Stay safe xxx

 

During this lockdown
I have been shut down
I have had to keep it all shoved down

I can not fit my rage
Onto a page
How can I express
My distress?

Lockdown inequality
Highlights every disparity
In wealth, class and ethnicity
With results that are clear to see

I see my human family
Treated so unequally
From nation to nation
No co-ordination

I cannot fit my pain
Into this refrain
My horror and disgust
Leave me nonplussed

These murderers are cowardly
They do eugenics silently
They prey upon us bodily
And charge us for it ruthlessly
The vultures smack their lips with glee
At this shambolic policy

And it’s more clear than ever to me
That we were never really free
That this is no democracy
And it’s not run for you and me
It’s about productivity
A brutal ideology

And I watch from the sidelines
Observing Government guidelines
Impotent and heartsick
As the excess death toll upticks

During this lockdown
I have been shut down
I’ve kept it all shoved down

But no more

 

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