down the curtain

closed stone apertures  , dingy gaps , cave holes 
tightly snapped  , gripped, tracking apps 
retracting back, trying to close 
swallow grit down with pints of  snow
swallows emerge from nested shallows
shielding,  .. yet viral shadows follow.
Bone marrow, borrowed from tomorrow's 
blood transfusions,  infused with blood red sorrow.
Not the same old too -and-frow..  oh no... 
Go for a walk, tread the same tired steps away from 
dread. Wash your inside face in  alcohol. 
Numb the feeling , strum the rails , clasp  tightly
to bony walls. You can't leave it at home. 
Its there in your head  silly boy. 
Stagger across a road, almost run over by a red 
speeding wheelbarrow. Get back in the hedge
a leafy hug and place to  hide  and join Swallow
in it's nest.  

Curtain drawing across beating chest 
vision draping , curling  wings   like feathered fingers
getting ready to sing.  Better think of something. 
This head needs a new tune , a new ring tone 
and a new head for this body to follow. 
Come this way , meander that way
but stay off of the same old road. 
A year of writing the same old .
Drawing the same  old. 
just looking for a hand to hold.