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.

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.

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.

The Shield of Achilles (aka just us)

I stare wall-eyed.

A man stoops on the sidewalk outside our corner liquor store. Spare change? “Sorry.” (my standard answer)

CNBC squawks on about moral hazard. Dodges income inequality.

Virus pricing. Wally & I walk away with two-twenty dollar bottles of liquid protection. The uneven-ness of it all not lost on (us).

Body Snatchers

Invasion (of). Body snatchers. An elderly woman. Large trash bag wrapped around her head shopping. Is she breathing? Corona tessellation six apart. Common sense. We’re waiting for it to reappear. April fools, twenty twenty.

Virus Detritus

Clean.

We thought we were.

Vinegar & water on the floor.

Baking soda streaks of bleach.

Is the virus leaking?

Out.