Laundry List
The days get lost in reality
on the hospital grounds
where men and women die
as death takes no days off.
In the laundry room the sheets
of the afternoon are washed.
They are to be used again
in all areas of the hospital.
Death and cleaning go on
as waste gets disposed.
But death is never clean
with its never-ending laundry
list of names it takes away.
It takes the weak and the strong
in this pandemic that has
come to stay. I saw and heard
on tv about a new virus and
I wondered if this is life from
now on; hospital stays and death?
Does life matter more than ever?
Endless
Endless bullshit
all the time,
when I need a dollar
all’s I got is a dime.
Time moves by so slow
when I want the day to end.
It drags its feet. Time
is nobody’s good friend.
Endless bullshit
every day.
When I want to bend
I am the one who breaks.
Sleep does not come easy.
I am up all night
with insomnia not
letting me close my eyes.
Endless endless endless
piles of bull…
Quiet Roof
A quiet roof
calms my anxiety.
There are times it
is noise-filled with
the feet of animals
I never see.
I hear them make
the noise that feeds
my fear and fuels
my anxiety. Is it rats?
Is it a racoon,
or el Chupacabras
coming to get me?
I light a candle
for good luck. I go
to sleep early
to cut the day short.
Dumpster Fire Press 
SweetJeezus, this is so good.
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