The Hoopin Reaper
i lay around in leather shorts a transmuted Beard
hooping has messed with my head you see i came up
in the bubble
you remember? when we couldn’t leave our homes
pestilencepolice everywhere drag u in for a nose-rape
+body cavity-search
as we lay hunkered we each took to separate screens
mine played the NBA 24 hrs a day the scent of death
wafting
what i’ve mostly learned in these covidtimes: if death becomes
you you want me on your team! I am clutch the thing is
even if you’re only a little bit dead i will go Kavorkian
pull the plug
pick+roll
a little euro
Oh i have moves
that make the Reaper
weep
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rage rage against the dying of the light (Dylan Thomas 1937)
Spring 2023 ..i am not crying now..i am nothing.. (As I Lay Dying.. W. Faulkner 1930)
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