Crazed Raccoon
the voices are particularly loud
today, they taunt and plague me with their pleas
the label I hide on the wine bottle
they ask me if I'm drinking yellow tail
I take another swig, and then one more
step cautiously to toss it in the trash
they told me of the psycho cat’s demise
but I still watch out for that crazed raccoon
eerie boardwalk creaks near the white sand beach
that whale that lives under must be awake
people in masks walk by, avoid my eyes
as though I'm ruining their summer day
Security keeps shooing me away
their taser guns ensuring I comply
sabbatical dreams after quarantine:
some place to lie down and be left alone
Written 3 Nov 2020
In collaboration with Kim Rodrigues [her lines are in bold]
Copyright © John Watt | Year Posted 2020
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