Pandemic Poems - APRIL 2020
Bio Note: I am a young filmmaker, poet, and comedian who graduated from Hofstra University’s film program in 2019. Since graduating, I’ve worked as a camp counselor in Arnold, Maryland and as a teaching artist in Brooklyn, New York. My current creative projects include writing poetry and uploading comedy videos to my collaborative YouTube channel The Contenders, produced alongside my amazing friends Terp, Alanna, and Deion.
Indoors With You All
We are the quartet of this quarantine so sing hope with me to the sea and to the sky to the grass and to the trees to the plants and the dirt we see for there is nothing we must do now but wait in the joy of nothing.
The day is empty, my heart is full Like the pool of possibilities’ grief Pulsating lightly under the unspooled Droplets of enmity’s leaf. Every day is an infinity to tackle At the line of fame’s scrimmage Or the light and leisurely cackle At this gray game’s image. You can call this play whatever you like, You are the grand master after all But there is no one there to pick the type Of pain we will allow within our fall. This is the game of paradox Of poetry and passionate movement So giggle if you must, for no fairer fox Has walked the path of prudence.
I pulled my hair up and let the sun embrace me in the warm arms of its’ light As I stared at the lemon-colored daffodils dripping with the blood of an actor whose movie had ended. A million thoughts came to me then like wild horses out the stable of this self. To put them all into a row would be an act of magic and I am not the sorcerer of organization No, no, no; I am not. What I am is the raving mess of didlidlada. I know this because many ramblings rest within virtual vaults Without a second look. But, frankly, I say fuck the form of general discourse Embrace the wild fragrance of real love. This is where you can find me: under the moon blowing an apparition like a jazz player to the tune of an unheard melody. In that eve of discovery you can choose to hear the notes of this mania or You can shut the door on possibility, play yourself simple like a banker. Boring! Be a big boy instead! Pull those painted shorts over the canvas of your legs And run in the sun on the grass of mythology. There are many more marks to make of this adventure And many more to mark, too. So uncork the wine of being bring it to your lips like a drinker of life slurp it heartily Till this luscious sleep wraps you away from this world of artificial light and into the arms of that forgotten sun.
©2020 Zach Klebaner
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