Keep Off
On a walk with Wally. To BLM plaza and back. No leg lifting. Makes sense.
Buds
New arrival buds bursting like the crack in my left wisdom tooth, ground down after winter.
Springing
bulbs are starting to pop (just like us)
Park(ed) Memory
someone or some (history) blanked abe’s eyes (out) in front of a building 3000 miles away from me now/home. he got shot (not too far) from me in now/new home. this/his bust isn’t exactly busted but those eyes – eerily bruised like justice or (us)
Prayer Request
a request for divine intervention (perhaps) a sticker on a District street sign a $100 robo ticket in my rear view Cousin June boiling water in Pflugerville, TX Ted Cruz flies to Cancun (his daughter asked him to) another request for divine intervention Rush L. is on his way home
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 …
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.