The drive in and lunchtime
On awakening,
scrim of snow, April second
all kinds of fake news.
On April second,
the snow, a scrim obscuring,
all kinds of fake news
pouring from the radio
dripping down the screens
Turn them off,
cut short the foolishness
and let anxiety settle
as best it can, if only
to a dull gripping
the snow, though ridiculous
is true. There may be more.
In truth there may be more.
But the lies which cloud
the rest of the world
must be seen clearly
truth welcomed
like the blue break
in those morning clouds.
I like the way you have your hand written entry before the typed one.
I’m trying to make some hand-written work this month, even if it’s just the scribbled note to remind me what my idea-seed was. (I’ve got a few new fountain pens to spur me on) So rather than jotting the words into my iphone, I’m doing it on paper.
I have a little notebook I write mine in, but my pen is not so nice as yours.
Trying to justify my recent fountain pen purchases ;-)