Shelter-In, Shelled Out

I'm keeping track of a big bug buzzing above my head, resembling Public order. How did it get in, I wonder and did it use hand-sanitizer before entering? Silly thought are easy to come by these days when yesterday came today and will likely impose itself tomorrow, making my kitchen calendar redundant, except for a dart game, puncturing holes in the wall. Today, a big rain washed out my plans for grocery shopping, not in the mood for freezing in long lines for the sake of a jar of milk, some butter, bread, and eggs, not to forget toilet paper, the prized item of them all! Painting my mask crossed my lazy mind nailing it: Need love I should come out of my mental coma sooner than the vaccine, no health worker can decide that and it won't hurt to call a friend and pretend I care. Coping with lies is easier now that I'm in house arrest without committing a crime. Self-surveillance doesn't quite work here, coughing at my shadow has ideal effect! It barks back a word of wisdom ladies, gentlemen, forever idiots, there 's an empty bench under the apple tree. Live without panic, in the firmament of existence, in the ventilator of passing time.