I’ve Had It Up To Here

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I’ve had it up to here with Covid-19

I wash my hands and clean, clean, clean.

I’m scared of closeness.. Keep your distance, I say

and if someone gets too close, I run away.

Whatever you do, don’t cough, sputter or sneeze

anywhere near me, and, NO! do not wheeze.

I’m a bundle of nerves, all jangled and taut

and am scared of seeing anyone when I go for a walk.

If I self isolate anymore than I do

I’ll become lonely as an animal caged in a zoo.

So open up the stadiums, liberate the pubs.

I’m going a little crazy, rub-a-dub dub.

 

Old Schooner

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I was reading a poem by Weldon Kees —

Does anyone read Weldon Kees nowadays? —

About Boris, ‘the fatalist parrot’ who fell off

his perch.

I thought of old Schooner in his cage in the

Drive thru bottle shop at Magnums at McLaren Vale.

At least he had some life in him unlike Boris

Who ‘watched the traffic flow, unheeding’.

You’d say ‘hello’ to Schooner. He wouldn’t say anything

But once you got your purchase and went to go,

He’d say ‘See Ya’ real chipper like. You’d wave back

And give him the thumbs up and if he could Schooner

Would reciprocate. He had a fan when it was hot and

A lamp for when it was cold and a little mirror to see

what a handsome chap he was. He looked well fed.

At least he didn’t pace up and down like a lion in a cage.

Whenever I have a glass now at Magnums I raise it

To old Schooner.