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

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.

Robin McNamara

Robin McNamara

APRIL 2021 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Robin McNamara is an Irish poet from Waterford City. He has over 150 poems published worldwide in America, Canada, Ireland and in the UK with Beir Bua Journal, Dreich, Versification, Pink Plastic House, Daily Drunk, Full House Literary Magazine, Dream Journal, Second Chance Lit, Literary Heist, Dwelling Literary & Impspired. A regular contributor to Spillwords since 2018 where he was currently Author of the Month, April 2020. Robin is also involved in the Poetry Ireland prompts. Robin’s debut chapbook, 'Under a Mind’s Staircase' was written during the lockdown in Ireland. Published by Hedgehog Poetry Press, UK.
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