Sunday, May 24, 2020

corona 20.

corona 20.

even the lawns are quiet
on the house next to the jesus house
a mermaid weathervane stretches her arm
to catch a pink star on a pole 
that never stops swinging
at the bait and tackle a new hand 
carved wooden plaque reads
Always A Smile And A Ticket To Heaven
days are Sunday or Saturday 
in between days
are trying to find a meeting 
the brother’s gun loaded 
with sugar and adrenaline
I write smoking a cigarette 
blindfolded extinct among the scribes 
does my spirit without fleshy gravity 
rise or is this then an angel 
in the stupid theory of angels
we ate thanksgiving in May 
it felt like dying a little
I am an angel arm stretched 
to catch a pink star on a pole
that never stops swinging


Blogger Ms. Moon said...

Another page in the book. Another poem for the heart. Another news report of these strange and inbetween days.

May 24, 2020 at 2:23 PM  
Blogger Radish King said...


May 24, 2020 at 2:25 PM  
Blogger 37paddington said...

I see it all, so vivid in my mind, the languid grass, the pink star on the pole. Like a scene from a movie, a visual feast of one.

May 28, 2020 at 4:12 PM  

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