I’m avoiding real life
behind the safety of my front door,
a machine left to cool in the dark,
fuelling when I can,
pushing through with oil instead of blood.
Belts seize,
tensioners wound too tight,
injectors fail to fire;
each spark fades like memory -
ignition slipping to static.
The valves stick,
hardened by grit and rust;
maintenance deferred,
wear settling deep in my bones.
Now this machine
is as cold as stone,
no combustion,
barely ticking over,
an engine meant to go but left to stall,
avoiding real life, one breath at a time.
Categories:
injectors, anxiety, deep, depression, feelings,
Form: Free verse
I'd much rather just go shopping and play.
But, alas,hordes of humanity enmasked?
I wish not to see!
Nor my own masked countenance
In a mirror be.
Fear runs thick as dark sludge, just everywhere.
Vaccination stations, injectors, rule, who cares?
Methinks, clotting blood?
Not for this crotchety fool.
The Lord will take me one brisk sunny day.
His servant shall not into her crimson blood allow to run,
Poisonous liquid promises that protect no one!
Heinous lies, a vaccination nation?
Not by this poet, nor do I sleep in foolish, fearful, death
anticipation.
Each must decide for himself, make a choice!
Let us respect each individual's voice!
3/21/2021
~2~
Categories:
injectors, health, rights,
Form: I do not know?
I am self proclaimed real swinger
My name however, for a Nerd is a dead ringer
I have perfected the War Craft game
On Micro Soft computer applications, I can put anyone to shame
I am not into testosterone things such as fuel injectors
Secretly for Christmas I want a pocket protector
For every movie my name is in, I steal the scene
It is my parents I owe for the burdensome name of Eugene
Other bad names for example one is Clarance
He said he was named after his Grandpappy, what an inheritance
As for as it goes, I should be thankful for my health
I am so grateful for not being named Ralph
When I was growing up, there was a kid I know
He hated his named Ralph so much, he insisted on being called Ditto
I always make sure my handkerchiefs are always clean
Welcome to my real world of Eugene
There was one Nerd who rivaled my Nerdy world
Did I do that? Famous words of Erkel
Yes I do wear a wrist watch calculator
I carry a pocket sized stapler
Girls who share my interests are far and few in between
Will any female ever see the masculinity beneath the skin of Eugene
Categories:
injectors, funny, social,
Form: ABC