#95 - corona consciousness ... or ... come to the end of the lie

4.4.20

95

corona consciousness

or

come to the end of the lie

this is the year you will  

change the vacuum cleaner bag

take up the trumpet

re-write the will

sharpen what you cannot polish

call your lost cousin

name the house spiders

this is the year things connect

buck seems to have stopped altogether

year of w t f here-we-are

this year you will

complete the Bible

start on a new one

grow a few beards

learn at least one new recipe

not get sick at all

you will have all the symptoms

this is the year you won’t

go to the doctor

see the dentist

yet this is the hypochondriac’s year

everyone practises the same new fear

year of the hording

and what will it be (?)

or in this together

one of those arsehole or doormat years

the pumpkins are rising

world revolution a few thoughts away

year the fools may join the dots

though they don’t have much form so far

to the furthest corner of shed I will take things

keep secret what I find

and facy

you might slow down

it could be dreamy

fall into a trance

obey the state

year of who wants to live on a luxury liner (?)

(put all my questions in parentheses now,

I’ll be saving them for later)

cannibal zombies feed the apocalypse

this is the year of big booted cops

scared you’ll knock them down with a feather

year of pyjamas

no bra

what-the-hell

you’re at home

you will forget to service the car

this is a deep and meaningful year

you might file your tax return (second but last)

or fall below the threshold

Ancestry reveals we’re all Cro-Magnon

(quiet progress goes on)

all sorts of things die and you let them

take out the old scrapbook

make pictures of pictures

no one sees soup stains now

hunt in the cupboard

and polish things off

this is a year that could go on forever

you could become an alcoholic

in fact we have a range of substances

but not so easy to find now

you could just see what crops up

test things

be a pioneer

how do you think we learned which mushrooms?

trivia year

go google for it

get out of my rabbit hole

and how many hits?

it’s all very personal

bats with cats in cages

and rats

and

tell me, please, what creature is that?

all equally delicious

and all of us are falling

lovely to have a home cooked meal

racist year

of blame your difference

take a pick

the market roars and weeps and laughs

year of the long long slide

bye bye super

an age till the pension

this is the year to give up things

before they give up on us

punning perhaps

although it’s hereditary

and this year we’ve been lent extra Lent

what are we saving the daylight for?

nudism – no one will notice

the whole hermit caper

fart louder fart longer

fart fearlessly

go viral

this is the year the world pleasures itself

look in the boxes under the bed

put things out in the recycling

buy swap and sell

but by distance

this is a year to really test

intimate relationships

and internet connections

this is no-haircut year

shop less

tidy up the spare room

build a new one

carport perhaps?

be your own podiatrist

now everything’s a year away

and put things off again

even though till when… who knows?

lots of things are coming back

year for the fondest of recollections

a whole year of cryogenic kip

(some would say working at home)

a year tucked in

and someone is learning to juggle

someone is training the dog to do tricks

many cats are on camera

phone is your friend

race snails!

this is the year the world changes its tune

many will vanish into their screens

in the year of living vicariously

get a whiff of yourself

nose working is good

or you could earn your stripes in the garden

compost your friends and relations

consider the ant heap

farm your own worms

(always remember they cultivate you)

take the time to be with tree

(wonderful keeper of confidences)

look up and study what gets in the blue

hang around later and see stars too

please let it be the year to untrump

husbands and brides!

this is a mail order year

open a book and disappear

yay though you work on the intonation

still you won’t catch up with yourself

is there such a thing as a private language?

this is the year we find out

test the world limits

heal thyself

examine a life till it’s yours

you can become your own hypnotist

you will go to Bunnings

and buy the bagless vac on special

it will be better in the end for us all

I foresee no tax refund

this is the year for space exploration

telescapes!

miscroscopy!

this will be a year to remember!

we’ll see you in the classics