I’m not good at keeping secrets My face said all that needed to be said I’m judging all the stupid people I refuse to be soft & cuddly instead
We have too many selfish people In a time of catastrophe worldwide Worried about their own cabin fever Not the repercussions of this time & tide
I called you a fucking moron But you said I was a little vague You’re commingling with society In the midst this Nebonic Plague
I’m from the Fred Durst part of Florida Not known by the likes of Joe Exotic & the ignorant coeds on Spring break Licking doorknobs or whatever they find erotic
I’m on lockdown, cautiously watching the news Florida’s redneck population can be embarrassing I’m peeking out from between my fingers But you still won’t find me watching the Tiger King
These aren’t normal times Unsure of the rational quotient They’ve diluted our sanity Wondering if our minds are still potent
Fantastical elements to the headlines Looking for a panacea to sullenly cope The system failing before our eyes With the masses clinging to any hope
Returning to kindergarten lessons Keep your hands to yourself Who knew that toilet paper Would become a perishable wealth
Looking to science for salvation But they’ve only come up with social distance The infrastructure is a trumped up facade Yet stay calm at their detached insistence
Watching the news has me feeling like Max Headroom Knowing more, yet I’m labeled as schizophrenic I have growing frustrations with stupidity The un-diagnosed symptom in this pandemic
This society is going crazy in quarantine Turn off the tube, avoid the gov’t’s quotes You’ll be safer to shutter your doors & hope zombies don’t show before the antidote
We can’t explain the horrors of the day The worst thing generations have seen We’re in this for the long haul now Or at least until we have the vaccine
This year you’re now on sabbatical We’re all sorry if you had life plans But this is the new world order Stay home & wash your damn hands
I felt a growing need to get out into the woods, to leave behind the city and society. We do not need all this nonsense. We, as a people, need to find our roots and return to where God intended us to be. It feels natural to be away from a manmade existence. We don’t need every path paved. It is well within the realm of acceptance to veer off the beaten path and explore this world that lies beyond the limits of comfort. You don’t need wi-fi hotspots at all points of your day. Drop your phone and car keys off. You are past due for a date with your old hiking boots.
I had to get out. This was the moment.
“Miss Beverly? Ma’am?“ My secretary called after me as I walked out of my office. I just kept walking. I wasn’t going back. I couldn’t.
This formal attire was smothering me. I had to get out to the fresh air and trees. I had to get away from this city. I reached up and clutched at my throat, pulling my scarf down and out of my way. My heart started beating faster when I heard the Jeep chirp and flash its lights as it unlocked. I like to be self-sufficient. They were forcing my hand. I had to do it.
I was doing something I shouldn’t be. I whipped the scarf from around my neck and let it get caught up in the air as I threw it out the window. The buttons popped off when I ripped the shirt open, shooting in every direction. I had to get air. I had to get a chance to breathe purity once again. My life was polluted with pre-packaged meals and stop and go traffic. I am not of the mindset that we were ever meant to be stacked upon each other the way we are these days.
I needed my own space. I needed room to stretch out my arms and feel cleanliness of nature. I sped away as fast as I could. It felt good to be racing out of the city.
The buildings and exit signs were a blur behind me. I needed to find a place where I wasn’t closed in. I wanted to be away from a desk, responsibility and inauthentic expectations. All that was living a lie to me. I didn’t want to be that person any longer. I knew no other way out.
I made it out of the city. I drove fast without hesitation. I-95 is a long road with a lot of possibilities. It made me smile thinking of all of them.
I pulled over to a small gas station where the 95 hit 17. While I was putting gas in the tank, I took the top off of the Jeep. It wasn’t doing me any good. I wanted the wind in my hair.
I went inside the minimart to grab some supplies. I loaded up the basket with a couple bottles of wine, some cheese and a cheap pair of flip flops.
A teenage boy was working the counter. His name tag said his name was Bobby. I asked Bobby if he knew a good place to get away and take a few days off. Without taking his eyes off me, he pulled down a business card and handed it to me.
Bobby said his aunt rented the house out. It was right on the beach of Jekyll Island. I merely had to continue down 17 to the 520 and straight to the beach. That sounded simple enough to me.
I thanked him; flashed him a smile and a wink. He blushed. As I was walking out to the Jeep, I caught a glimpse of myself in the window. My shirt was still wide open, revealing my bra. I stopped short, trying to decide if I should be embarrassed. I smiled and continued on my way.
I tucked the bags behind my seat. I pulled off my heels, throwing them back there, too. Then I shimmied out of my nylons. I threw them on the passenger seat.
As I pulled out of that gas station, the wind took the nylons away. I watched them fly into the air. I pressed the accelerator.
The wind howling at midnight Broken windows – open to the outside air Exposed to the communal by-passer Her soul had fallen into disrepair Fatigue & listless emotions manifesting Immune to careless compliments Time to pause & regroup her focus Happiness born from common sense
Captain Q 