2020: the year words don’t matter.

2020: the year words don’t matter.



In youth I was loud

A banging gong

Some singalong gone bad

Blared in ears that did not hear

Brandished a red flag but they are blind not bulls.

Slam – the door.

Slam – the moshpit.

Slam – the book closed.

In my 50’s it’s the seeking

of silence.

Absence of,

Avoidance of,

Memories of.

The insidious change of quiet

of action

in one,

in one,

in one single life,

at a time.

2020 is the

once in a blue moon, its all about

staying alive.

Dare I say it?

Stay away people.

Stay away police.


CLICK LINK BELOW TO READ CRISTIAN MINAI’S ARTICLE – “Welcome to 2020: Beautiful and Terrible Things are Going to Happen.

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