The Visit

The Visit

I want to wake up

In that place

Two minutes before

I die

To know it's that place

I chose to visit

At the last

There were always dreams

Of building it

Making my arrival

A special occasion

To be greeted

By all the art

The music

The poems

The love I created

In my life

A giant collection of me

Others

Needed me

To matter to them

So I let them take

Small pieces to abuse

Or rather take them

From me

Those important

Seconds at the change

Will belong to only me

As I slip away to greet

The only friend

I ever wanted to see

Barry G. Wick

The Never

The Never

When

for years

no one has touched

your skin

or hugged you,

it's then you know

you are dead

A defeated magic

touches your lips

as the heart

fails to kiss

the inner walls

of a chest

filled with a vacuum

The never

takes over

one windless day

at a time

spread like tasteless jam

on dry bread

more dust than sustenance

Barry G. Wick

Corona Bologna

Corona Bologna

Rich, poor, or well-connected,

This thoughtless virus has you selected.

You may have tested negative,

But get too sick you'll beg ta live.

In simple rooms I wait alone,

I have no fear as I atone

For all mistakes that I have made

That memory now my world invade.

All across this wide wide land

The tempest life again has planned

To separate, to take me whole

From all I've  known in my brief role.

Collect your money, collect your things

This virus thrives as death it brings.

It doesn't think about your dreams,

These simple proteins, your cells it reams.

So, hoard away or take from others

As breath of life it simple smothers.

Who gets what or who gets tests

Will never matter in earthly rests.

Barry G. Wick