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Array ( [sid] => 186880 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Fever Dream [time] => 2020-03-15 17:12:06 [hometext] => This is about right now, when it will began. Quarantine. [bodytext] => Fever Dream
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Up in arms and pacing the place cuzza the Rona. Groan. Doan I know it.
Who you tell I touched your face in that way that the fever believed then that it too was safe to just
you know
sit there and grow and growl with that glowering glare that undresses the dead and plays with their hair
but not you.

youre different.

it wont pull you under it.

So where was I?
Right there. Over here.
Drunk on fear and disinfectant
but not the good stuff we needed for all those dirty hands that didnt hold back the deadly breath that squeezed through customs like
"Im here BECAUSE its warm, ya covidiots."
Cancel everything.
FULL STOP. Drop
Everything and never, too.
Right this wrong place, do it right
one time.
This time.
The last time...didnt work. So twitch that collection of glitches with switches that make you itch and shout and rip your stitches out in the direction of that very close space you fought me to get out of.
When our veins would look like our brains should fall out,
we burned in the fever some geezer breathed out. Thats why I think "burn it all down"
is the friendliest refrain youll hear in this town.
Quick, march your madness to the proper social distance before someone kills you for your grammas heart pills and some wood to cook you over.
disconnect that pathetic infection and tear out the hair that grows scars in its place on your face to hide the stare that you wear
like youre casing the place that im pacing.
Around.

Joshua Howell
3-14-2020
Poem 238# [comments] => 2 [counter] => 103 [topic] => 65 [informant] => Jigget [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => toughstuff )

Fever Dream

Contributed by Jigget on Sunday, 15th March 2020 @ 05:12:06 PM in AEST
Topic: toughstuff

Fever Dream
--------------------
Up in arms and pacing the place cuzza the Rona. Groan. Doan I know it.
Who you tell I touched your face in that way that the fever believed then that it too was safe to just
you know
sit there and grow and growl with that glowering glare that undresses the dead and plays with their hair
but not you.

youre different.

it wont pull you under it.

So where was I?
Right there. Over here.
Drunk on fear and disinfectant
but not the good stuff we needed for all those dirty hands that didnt hold back the deadly breath that squeezed through customs like
"Im here BECAUSE its warm, ya covidiots."
Cancel everything.
FULL STOP. Drop
Everything and never, too.
Right this wrong place, do it right
one time.
This time.
The last time...didnt work. So twitch that collection of glitches with switches that make you itch and shout and rip your stitches out in the direction of that very close space you fought me to get out of.
When our veins would look like our brains should fall out,
we burned in the fever some geezer breathed out. Thats why I think "burn it all down"
is the friendliest refrain youll hear in this town.
Quick, march your madness to the proper social distance before someone kills you for your grammas heart pills and some wood to cook you over.
disconnect that pathetic infection and tear out the hair that grows scars in its place on your face to hide the stare that you wear
like youre casing the place that im pacing.
Around.

Joshua Howell
3-14-2020
Poem 238#

Copyright © Jigget ... [ 2020-03-15 17:12:06]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Fever Dream (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 21st March 2020 @ 04:06:35 AM AEST
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I think you sense this frustration that comes
to the fore, the uncertainty, that existed even
before,
that lapse in judgement, that lack of truthful
disclosure like some omnipresent oppressor
whose sitting there just waiting, as though
they have all the time in the world.
The youth, the old youth, the new old.
And all of everything, just about anything
there is stuck in between - some thought
it as fate, while others who knew
a long time ago had already come to grips
with the truth.

You are here, I am there,
everyone is, always was.
Maybe they do not know
how similar they are,
and maybe uniqueness
is only a distance of about
six feet before we
can maybe see
the whole point
in what is missed
what should be
considered in remiss
that for far too long
has been passed down
upon our people -
them people, you
and I.

hey Jigget, your prose is nascent,
uncluttered and free.
You hit on all the truthful
aspects of this pandemic,
and how it shows the worlds
ills as they have existed
for far too long.

heck yeah, people need to
talk about society issues more,
and not just about toilet paper
shortages, if you know what
I mean.

Peace!

Peace!

Re: Fever Dream (User Rating: 1 )
by Invierno on Saturday, 20th August 2022 @ 01:54:42 PM AEST
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Man, it took me a damn long time to read comments on my poems. But, I saw one from you and (thanks, by the way) I/'/m glad I read this. It/'/s a trip, being down the road from the beginning of the bulllarchy being sold as a disease. But, they do what they do. Well done as usual, Jigget. I gotta be honest though, (and why would I not be?); your earlier efforts pulled me up and slammed me down, then pushed me off an edge to unknown places. You will forever remain in my top five in this place.

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