lockdown . . .
the only friend I have
old radio
rush hour
my eyes stick
to the tower clock
constipation
a mosquito
in the restroom
lazy day . . .
ironing to
my favourite song
lockdown . . .
the only friend I have
old radio
rush hour
my eyes stick
to the tower clock
constipation
a mosquito
in the restroom
lazy day . . .
ironing to
my favourite song
crossing
to the other side
boat without oars
retired at last
heeding the call of the wild
from a recliner
was that a crow
or another floater
in my bad eye
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