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Simon Robson – 1 poem

BLUE SURGICAL FACE MASK

 

Your blue surgical face mask from China is in the post…
I hope it doesn’t get misdirected
like your last false nose and mouth,
a digital camera, photos of your heavy, congested lungs,
fish paste bacteria on toast.

Your jars of sticky raspberry jam coughing fits
are in the post, calming fluid between your toes,
agitated, hysteria, in your blue surgical face mask…
or dipped into a half-full urinal, smelling of piss…

More reusable bubble wrap plastic,
your nerves in little bits, tatters,
washing your hands and face,
hand cream, green gel…

I’m sitting on the warm vibrations of the
parcel sorting machine, no mech allowances, dust,
hand trap warnings, here at JMC, Hounslow heath,
when an opened parcel containing
a blue surgical face mask from China…

Sneezing into your pagan lentil Madras soup,
more yoga, more hair,
pet hair remover for your nostrils and dust,
and the blue surgical face mask you ordered on-line,
48 Tracked – beware of handshakes,
playing doctors and nurses,
back slaps – the neck of an ironing board,
ear lobes more comfy than a sofa from DFS…

Please if you need further instructions,
isolate yourself with a bottle of whiskey,
Downstream Access, next day delivery, mixed parcels…
your blue surgical face mask is in the post.

 

 

🍃

 

 

Simon Robson

By Heavenly Flower Publishing

Bindweed Magazine publishes two anthologies each year: Midsummer Madness and Winter Wonderland. Bindweed is run as a not for profit, labour of love endeavour by an author/poet couple: Leilanie Stewart and Joseph Robert. Bindweed can be found at https://bindweedmagazine.wordpress.com

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