Poems in the time of Corona
Hi, Windows!
A Philip Larkin montage
Erotic messaging began
in the year two thousand and three,
which was a little too late for me.
Now we live our daze online,
where Windows lets your mum and dad
mail each other from separate rooms,
discussing what's for lunch and mad
the restaurant sends you plastic spoons.
I'd bring the plumber and the electrician
running over the fields
to begin my kitchen afresh,
but instead there's Larkin's priest and doctor
on cable news
saying they were out of gowns,
showing a ventilator unbroken.
Support a poet. Buy a book.
Magnetic Resonance Imaging: lyrics of love and loss
Those Footsteps Behind: around the world in 50 poems
Hi, Windows!
A Philip Larkin montage
Erotic messaging began
in the year two thousand and three,
which was a little too late for me.
Now we live our daze online,
where Windows lets your mum and dad
mail each other from separate rooms,
discussing what's for lunch and mad
the restaurant sends you plastic spoons.
I'd bring the plumber and the electrician
running over the fields
to begin my kitchen afresh,
but instead there's Larkin's priest and doctor
on cable news
saying they were out of gowns,
showing a ventilator unbroken.
Support a poet. Buy a book.
Magnetic Resonance Imaging: lyrics of love and loss
Those Footsteps Behind: around the world in 50 poems
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