brain foggy social pariah, a covid redux
the pistoled bard of excise rejects my claim for input
useless plugged nose, gunged the viral info into the schnoz exhibit
assaulted. i’m looking for a man in high viz.
with a trust deficit
and a driving ban
and a financed tinted window sports utility van
or an elegant young woman-but will she let me ride her to
ingliston horse shop, mount blow, nasal and wet
soaked in sweat, shivering, bottom lip quivering…
i have the taste in music of a precocious teenage girl
if your gonna whack the boss, it better not be botched
[sniffs] you smell that, son? that’s football, and it’s coming home
ah no, they lost
we all rely on the good souls who forgive us.

i managed to catch covid for i think the third time. it wasn’t too bad, but i did have gush issues, nasally. i didn’t let it stop me riding my bike though, nor longing to get my girlfriend out riding with me. and that did eventually happen. i’m looking forward to a long life of riding bikes with my love.

that ‘man in finance’ thing had gone viral and a friend, l.r., was looking for a more manly sort of man. she is very funny and such a generous person.

then in other news, expresident trump survived an attempt on his life, unlike his would-be assassin. which reminded me of omar, in the wire. then england got into the final of the european soccer championship. i think they lost on penalties and then sacked their manager. it’s well paid but i think stressful and insecure work, hence why i have pursued poetry as a career rather than international elite sports coaching.