A public boast and a sobering message
1.
My father has Covid.
A friend of mine dated Gaddafi.
I used to be Barbara Steele’s agent.
My dead friend Barbara
—a different one—
appeared to a mutual friend
in a dream. Twice.
Each time, she said,
“I know I’m dead. It’s ok.”
Very deadpan. Just like her.
No, really.
There’s a poem for you.
Can’t you see how angry I am?
PS: Friends in Berlin
moved to escape Trump
now want to come back for the vaccine.
Another dead friend from Russia
keeps turning up for a drink.
2.
And you were there
and you
and you
and you.
Kung Fu Wizards
everywhere:
“You think your magic
is stronger than mine?”
No, seriously.
Dancing skeletons
flying through the air
thousands of them.
I hear that you are a kind god!
Save me, Buddha!
They are want to eat this little plant
that I am,
said the tiny mandrake.
3.
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.
by Keith Sanborn
—March 24, 2021