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Virus Blues: Removal of the Magnificent
Virus Blues: Removal of the Magnificent
January 14, 2021. © Mark, All rights reserved
Suggested limits
for foregone futures,
the virus adaption
of torn open sutures.
Partial containment
while our vulnerable vacate,
the vaccine dilemma,
for the fit to placate.
A lockdown series,
serious intention
twitching behind curtains,
turmoiled perception.
Removal of life
removal of...
Thursday 4th February 2021 7:08 pm
Virus Blues: A Bigley Death Rate
Virus Blues: A Bigley Death Rate
November 20, 2020. © Mark, All rights reserved
Fallen fallen
so low are we,
as a vindictive little virus
chops down our tree.
The chomping chins
dribble out their spit,
a bigley death rate
says an orange twit.
The homogenised lambast
a terminal bent,
health is now
a simple monetised intent.
Vaccines stab at
our glimmered hope,
who's fir...
Thursday 4th February 2021 7:05 pm
Virus Blues 'We didn't go and run away somewhere'
Virus Blues 'We didn't go and run away somewhere'
November 11, 2020. © Mark, All rights reserved
We didn't go and run away somewhere
just the way we should,
symptoms closer
faster than ever now,
leaking fevered intimate despair.
the grunting of that typical class
deafens the squealing of the sores,
the requiem of the virus boys
stifles the digested stagnant snores.
...
Thursday 4th February 2021 7:03 pm
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