For more than two years, we’ve been riding
a tsunami, now surfing the sixth viral wave
and we’ve all become amateur epidemiologists.
Hooray for MRNA, but variants keep emerging
and we’re all getting tired of the Greek alphabet.
Me, I’m vaxxed to the max, still masked
and was negative in my last test, which
is positive I guess, and though I don’t
understand them, I have a bit of respect
for the antis and that flat earth leaning
basketball player, who if the Raptors get
that far, won’t be playing against them
in our home playoff games.
No man is an island, but with covid and
climate change, it sure feels that way
and zoom just ain't the real thing.
And with the sea rising, I feel that
I might go under, when comes
the seventh wave.
Categories:
antis, basketball, change,
Form: Free verse
You may of held me down
And pull my teeth
With your silly string on the door
Slammed it and made me bleed
You are still my brother I adore
You can get mad about your playboys
I burnt out doors
You can tell mom about the antis
I shook upon your bed
You can take my toys and smash them
Or, eat my Halloween candy
You are still my brother I adore
The day you went to war, I wept
The day you got shot I cried
I will never tell mom
About that day
My soul went away
When you died
For you are now next to her
A grave you share together
Tell her what you may
For my brother "Tony May"
I also died that day
Categories:
antis, death,
Form: Free verse
SANDWICHES EAT ANTS---
piece of cake antis
a grilled right sandwiches ants
above the fruits
but instead of this
sandwiches reticulate
sandwiches eat ants
03/10/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
Categories:
antis, analogy, betrayal, confusion,
Form: Haiku