Lockdown Boulevard
written by: Robin McNamara
@thewindingroad1
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
Normality.
I’m addicted to a platform of
Strangers, bad poets and porn —
Here in lockdown boulevard.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
This is a poem about life in lockdown one year on.
APRIL 2021 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Robin McNamara is a widely published poet from Ireland. His debut pamphlet, Under a Mind’s Staircase was published with Hedgehog Poetry Press (2021). Recently nominated for the Pushcart Prize for ‘Apple Picking Season’ from Under a Mind’s Staircase. His first full collection, Monochrome Heart is due to be published in 2022.
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