1. PRECIPICES [2]
i. Today, 7 April 20, fittingly,
marks anniversary
#26 of the Congo’s dreadful Ebola
fight/flight.
Now embrace
full monte* to assault, naked,
COVID mountain
or hangdog,*
our lax attitude maintenance
could drop Us
Rich peeps
plus all those folks with no houses, formula,
Pampers.
It will be
hard to bounce back if we start continue
with nada as a cushion.
Santa Clara
Stanford-Silicon Valley peak,
we are
currently trying to
raise $100 million to mitigate
The homeless plight.
*Paul Farmer MD used on this morning’s webinar
ii. COVID CLUB
[think AIDs]
While poor folk
die, flies
Your 1% $oar
an American
eagle equipped
with apps
that detect
+ victims
to avoid
so they can keep capitalizing
on coy
dating (sex) sites,
schools,
Haitian restaurants
which cater to
The Uber Rich
who still
test –
– real soon will
establish
our own
political party.
2. CHEERLESS COVID COMPLICATIONS
Gross nasty bawdy body trying to codify its portfolio
of health risks – just as we get proficient
with that eBay stethoscope and oximeter
to diagnose our languid leaky lungs
we are plunged into myocardial
then gastrointestinal and neurologic
maddening diathesis that make terrifyingly
clear your life’s not immune to viral sepsis.
3. HOPELESS HELPLESS COVID REVERIES
– thanks to JL and BG
In a slamming cold rain
at least
by our
Northern California
Sunny
standards
I am manning
the front porch
a merchant ship
portable
table set up for
Instacart
Grocery
arrivals
unpredictable
benign
hurricanes
of goods
some of which
like this
were
ordered
click clack
others
“nope”
but
that
we sure happily
desperately
accept
unanticipated noon bounty
a storm
may not come
our way
to the merchant ship
so quick
again.
Meanwhile
wiping
down every package
my wife
easily critiques
bad swab technique
as I daydream about
sweet Mikki
the mysterious
blond
who drove
the white T-Bird
luxury car
in American Graffiti,
that one comedy
may she
rest in peace
or wherever we go,
no longer
having to bear
this
mid-septuagenarian
monsoon
season of fear…
Dear one,
see you
too soon.