A fat man's crying on TV

Poems in the time of Corona



A fat man's crying on TV

In this, our land of liberty,
we've tuned scripted reality
where piano plays in minor key:
a fat man's crying on TV.

We've tuned scripted reality
on ABC, Fox, NBC;
whiten your teeth and check your T.
You too can dream; it's almost free

where piano plays in minor key.
It's bread and circuses for me,
feeding on flag-draped bravery,
enhanced surround sound, and HD.

A fat man's crying on TV:
Biggest, Best, Master, final three.
We watch behind home's lock and key;
this is our land of liberty.




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A Lilibonelle

Three seconds in Elysium

For one delicious moment we embrace,
As wisps of Calvin Klein wrap round my heart,
And this sweet-scented siren sends a quake
Of pure but bridled longing through my soul.

As wisps of Calvin Klein wrap round my heart,
It is apparent that there is no need
For any help in such cosmetic form.
Such beauty and such grace stand by themselves.

And this sweet-scented siren sends a quake
Of anguish through my senses, for it seems
To touch this essence and then let it go
Would be a loss too tragic to survive.

Of pure but bridled longing through my soul,
My lips bare dare to sing and so stay mute.
But history is ours; one thing remains:
For one delicious moment we embrace.