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Quarantino

So, it seems I gave up coffee
And I WANT a cup RIGHT NOW
To return to a fresh-dripped state
Of magnificent equanimity
Seems six feet apart
Isn’t far enough away
You want meaningfulness
I just wanna play
So, Bob be a-singing
Right out of Delacroix
I earnestly proffer love praises
That only seem to clomp and annoy
Turning away to wash my hands
But I’m the only one here—
I’d rather my glass of merlot
To your frosty mug of beer.
But I’d wish to walk with you
Those years ago when we really loved,
But gotta change the kitty litter;
Thusly I’m now COVID-approved engloved!
Aqualung and I are looking for her
Far enough away to preserve the fantasy
Yet close enough to perturb the very air
Tossed tresses caressing languid eyes [oh so very fancy]
Back inside my little apartment
7PM Thursday in deliberate sub quarantino
Dreamt of eyes pulsing from behind a 95 mask:
This has got to end—momentum arresto!

Painfully Pretty

So I saw painfully pretty
Humble all in Scrabble
Saw painfully pretty
Whip core a green crab apple
Saw painfully pretty
Even give Cupid a start
Saw my painfully pretty
Discard this one’s heart
And I saw my painfully pretty
Ignore me across the dark-red room
Then saw painfully pretty soaring away
Upon her souped-up witches’ broom
If you ever see this scorching painfully pretty
Count your change and remember there is a tomorrow
Because this Crescent City painfully pretty
Will steal you blind and leave you alone in sorrow