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Tuesday, March 31, 2020

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

Sunday, March 22, 2020

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







Thursday, March 19, 2020

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