April 29 NaPoMo 2021

[Keith]

The naming of the flowers

I only nipped out for milk;
crawled under the barbed wire
of too much to drink
and too many takeaways
Protected from mustard gas
talking through cough proof
Perspex glass.

The fucking garden
can kiss my ass
I've named every flower
and forked each blade of grass
laid new flags and jet washed
the walls, the holiday money
has paid for it all.

I've gone up two dress sizes
but I only wear jeans,
hung curtains over mirrors
to hide such vivid scenes.
I've been working from home
on the kitchen table, but my wife thinks
I'm there so I can muck out the stables
and any other shit job I been avoiding
for years, we've had plenty of tears.

I've been injected with truth serum
that protects the youth from clotting
in groups of more than six, but most of them
don't give a shit, don't think it will break
so why try and fix.

Binge watched everything on Netflix and Prime
never quite sure how I find the time
to drink coffee and chat to the wife,
that's been quite nice - for the first month
now we both carry humps
that we shake at each other before we speak.

Well its the end of another week and one left
on NaPo, its been fun writing poems to go go.
sorry about the spill, I'm running up hill at the mo
and yes all the rhymes are forced and of course
things could be worse. Stay safe