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

Robin McNamara is an Irish poet with over 90 poems published worldwide. A regular contributor to Poetry Ireland poetry prompts. UCD Library have a selection of his pandemic poems in their archives as a record of poems written during this period. Robin’s debut chapbook is to be published with Hedgehog Poetry Press in early 2021.
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