Is it a cliff face, or is it just some ripped wallpaper?
Why can’t it be both?

Poem #3

Let’s be honest, Lockdown had its ups and downs…

The poems in this pamphlet were written between 2019 and 2022. They are, like it or not, a reasonably accurate barometer of my mental health during that period. Lockdown was hard, but coming out of it was worse. I caught COVID in March 2022. I have not quite been the same since.

There needed to be mention of the virus somewhere. I obsessed about it for a while, it was somewhere in everything that was written. This poem also alludes to THAT White House too, the one which dominated everyone’s lives for so long. That generated a lot of poems too.

I am very political, when all is said and done. I’m passionate about the environment, minority rights and 1001 things you’ll rightly consider as niche and odd, because when it comes down to it, that’s just the way it is. There’s also a reasonably significant obsession with running out of time to say everything I need to….

This is one of the most important songs ever written.

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