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 © | Year Posted 2020

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Faulkner Avatar
November 7, 2020 at 11:08 AM
I love all the detail in this, like 'taunt and plague me' and 'people in masks walk by avoid my eyes' ~ such is life under covid. I thought from the title it would be more playful, but I appreciate the solemn depths you found, an insightful collaboration!
Watt Avatar
November 7, 2020 at 12:21 PM
Thank you Michelle. This was outside my normal zone of writing, but thought I'd give it a try. Thanks for reading and sharing your encouraging insights. ~ John
Dietrich Avatar
November 5, 2020 at 3:03 PM
I agree with JO. you did a brilliant job with her lines. MINE is so dang wordy!! The lines really lent themselves to Covid tales!!
Watt Avatar
November 5, 2020 at 3:41 PM
This is way more surreal than my usual. Thought it was at least worth a try. Now pass me the Yellow Tail...
Daniel Avatar
November 4, 2020 at 1:03 AM
Sad, but brilliantly written, John:)
Watt Avatar
November 4, 2020 at 8:29 PM
Thanks for the visits today, Jo.
Allison Avatar
November 3, 2020 at 9:40 AM
sounds like you had too much of the yellow tail (but its understandable if its the Shiraz my friend says it's very nice!) you wove the words in so well John, good luck in the contest:-) hugs Jan xx
Watt Avatar
November 3, 2020 at 10:59 AM
Thank you, my friend, that was the effect I was going for; the sad effects of hard living on the streets. I do appreciate you and your kind visits.
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