Run Fast Comrade
Run fast. The old world
is behind you. Corona
knocking on the front door.
Trump lye-ing out back.
Run fast comrade, run fast.
Strapped Up (too)
It’s come to this COVID
Bullets & bazooka guns
riding bare back in the
land of the free. Whose
back? Who’s free?
Strapped Up
It’s come to this COVID
the beach or bust (your hold on us)
Liberty civil or not
sick of your choke hold, we’re
strapping up, bracing
for the best, expecting
the worst. Get over
(yourself) Sit your ass
down.
Shred
I hold anger
in hand
paper shreds
bits of this & that
get the vacuum
suck then
toss calamity
like tissues & phlegm
Sitting Duck
Oak-Land.CaleefornyeA
float or kick
swim or sit
virus has
me stuck
Lake shake (down)
Daily shelter-in place break. Home-made mask on my face. A brother approaches from the corner. “Excuse me. I was just wunder-run. How can you do that?” I stooped down to pick up Wally’s poop.
Shit is shit & I know bull when I hear it.
“I’m no bum, but I was wunder-run…See, I ran out of gas down the street.”
“Sorry man, I ain’t got no cash.”
So he started conver-sating some more about compostable poop bags & wunder-run about the benefits & risks of doggie fertilizer.
Two lives. Too lies.
Cracked
My hands are cracking from all this hand washing. Sensitive skin. We’ve been warned. Avoid (novel corona) entry points. Cool water is better. Hot doesn’t kill shit. Aquaphor plugs the cracks. Lanolin & petroleum. Big oil be damned! (divest) Skin is jacked if I resist.
Vulnerable (part two)
Off duty (Ring) (Buoy)
Small Craft
Small craft wind advisory. Lake becomes ocean. Still becomes undone. Distraction. Etch-a-sketch. Dissolve into cement. Careful not to disturb bird sanctuary behind the boom. My resolve a mirage. Wind does its rippling as wind often does. Lake contained for the most part. Boat too small for the weight of me. Sounds of sadness drop soft.