Scared New World

Did you know?

There was a time when strangers

shook hands every time they met someone new.

That people used to pack themselves shoulder-to-shoulder

in halls and arenas to see a concert or a game.

 

Did you know?

We didn’t always wear a mask and gloves

when we had to go outside.

There wasn’t always glass between us muffling conversations

at the bank or at the store.

Did you know?

 

The restaurants used to be so crowded

you could barely hear the people you sat with.

That people gathered in bars to drink and enjoy

the company of people they didn’t know.

Did you know?

 

It wasn’t always a crime to cough or sneeze in public.

That work wasn’t always done from home.

That movies weren’t always watched on the couch.

Did you know?

 

That we used to have something called “freedom”.

That we didn’t always have to carry papers proving we were immune,

Or let the government trace our every move.

Did you know?

 

The news wasn’t always bad.

That you used to be able to visit grandma and grandpa

without being afraid.

That there wasn’t always fear of a kiss or a hug.

Did you know?

 

That farmers and simple men once fought the largest

army on the globe to give us everything

we surrendered in an instant without a fight.

Did you know?

 

Are these the questions our children will ask their own?

While they are living life through a screen,

a part of our scared new world?

Did you know?

 

dim streetlights.

We walked the streets of some imagined imagined city.

You didn’t hold my hand. You said there was a party down the street.

I told you I didn’t want to go. That if we went we wouldn’t leave together.

You looked me in the eye and told me you didn’t need me anymore. You turned and walked away.

My subconscious knows it now.

Then why is it still so hard for me to accept?

when I listen to too much Fleetwood Mac

they say not to invest too much of yourself

in your possessions and instead to invest in people.

though sometimes I find it hard to believe,

at least the things you own can never leave,

while those people in which you invest

more often than not leave a hole in your chest,

She asks me

boy, why do you wear that frown?

the rock on which I used to lean

now just weighs me down.

at night it feels like my heart could bleed

so i’ll sit tight and smoke my weed.

I miss you now

but not like before.

my chest aches knowing

I have to close the door.

jack daniels, jack herer

she asked me tonight

why I’m never sober when I call. 

how could I explain to her that

 I still need that little bit of liquid courage 

every time I want to talk to the only girl 

who somehow after three years 

still makes me as nervous as 

the first time.