Lockdown Boulevard, a poem by Robin McNamara at Spillwords.com
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Lockdown Boulevard

Lockdown Boulevard

written by: Robin McNamara



Clocks going backwards / forwards
And all the days are complicated.
Mondays are Sundays—
The bins constantly out the wrong night.

Whiskey shots hit the back of the throat
The CBD capsules don’t work any more.

I’m sitting in the prison of my mind
Constantly swirling thoughts around
Like the ice-cubes in my tumbler;
About the metamorphosis of my life.

From a daily regime to saturation of
I’m addicted to a platform of
Strangers, bad poets and porn —
Here in lockdown boulevard.



This is a poem about life in lockdown one year on.

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