WAVES!
Waves of infection wash upon my shores
Do I succumb to the tunnels
Or do I ward them off more?
they ebb and I flow,
up and down they chase me around,
like a playful, 3-year-old flu.
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They whoosh past me,
Whizz right through me!
Barreling in the awkward afternoon.
Funneling, tunneling, snaking!
through the sunshine.
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I run upon uneven, sandy shores,
dodging shattered glass and rusted nails
that threaten to puncture
this careful veneer
I sprint and I fumble as I try to outrun
This pesky blue veiled thunder!
But what if I stop?
What if I talk to it instead?
What if I walk with it?
I think to myself.
The thunder rumbles in disgruntled confusion
And like a lost hound, it melts into puppy blue.
I chat with it, buy it a coffee
And share a doughnut or two.
Until the thunder remembers
the difference between I and me and you.
Then with almost reluctant fury,
it consumes me
Takes my eyes, my breath, and snatches at my sanity!
my energies sap, my legs go slack
And I let it commence its childish attack.
It weighs upon me
Testing me, measuring me, stretching me
Trying to figure out if I am worthy of this euphoria I chase.
trying to trap me in transactional joy,
It fucks and warps and twists and toys!
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“This was made for me” I remind it
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I open the windows, let the sunshine in
blare my music, drown them in the happy din
And slowly
the blue thunder promises to recede.
It's rumbling bumbling a stupid reminder
Of fears that will slowly cease to be.