An adrenaline rush
from your stomach
to your head – soaring
Pent-up tension
needing to evaporate
but instead
it just keeps rising, pushing
boiling, steaming
needing to
get out.
Is it love? Affection?
Or more,
a kind of anger,
frustration?
They say you should breathe
“count to ten”
or whatever.
Does it really work
if you’re
suffering?
My beard has grown long,
many protein-made appendages;
it was quite a bodily throng.
We can listen to Dire Straits
and scribble on tree derivatives.
We have not yet met our fates
and we shouldn’t see our relatives.
This is a time for family unity
except, from a distance
and perhaps worshipping a deity.
It provides much-needed resonance
in a house, now a community.
Meet your friends, can you not;
only through a digital medium
can you see their untidy cot
while they’re playing games marked “freemium”.
Who knows how long this will last;
at least I’ve got time to fantasise
about all the ladies I’ve made aghast.