The Loneliest Person on Earth

Read me like
I’m the smile behind the robber’s mask,
who steals sorrow, the Prince
at the masquerade ball who
yearns for the honest girl, Cinderella, and
who is the beast that is redeemed
to save the Beauty that

is an honest child of truth who can sing
as if the rose were the only flower of nature, and

the Great Horned Owl did not break
the spine of a fox with its talons and eat it.

I would stop cruel Nature and
find you who reaches out
to be a Princess from a Kingdom where

I will have sanctuary if
you can find me where I
live in space alone with deep cravings.

How’s Everyone Doing?

To do or to dew?
That is the questionable.

I’m not doing anyone at this moment in thyme.
There is thyme for oregano and time for love,
only heaven knows when
the day is like a cheery cherry, covered in
elegant chocolate that feeds
the taste buds of do’s and don’t’s
that toot a horn that calls out “do” for
fools and others who wait for
anything that is not done for.

Forlorn to do, forlorn to not, for
she is gone like a cherry pie
stolen in the night with
only the pie pan playing like a tambourine.

Wow Babe

Turning around
you’re looking at me yeah

Turning around
I love you

Smiling yeah,
I see you

Oh you’re looking

Ha, I know it
turning around you love me

Shout shout
I’ve got no doubt

Dance babe
hey yeah oh

Hay yeah baby cute love
turning around I love you

Hey yeah I see you
Hey yeah you forgive me

Got you to laugh again —
Dance!
I love you.

hey hey hey hey
kiss

Bark

Unknowns smashed into
the little old lady’s
Goode Notion Shoppe

Her old dog deftly
bit vandals well, teeth
into the foe fight, so
they left

she stayed overnight
pleased to rest a while,
thought they’d be back

She had a glass of wine
tapped her cane 13 times
and counted life in dog years.

In the morning
the dog howled, though
later the coroner came to see.

They were curled up
passing away in dog years
and the little Shoppe closed.

Mother Charlotte’s Poison Pen to her Daughter

Dear Daughter,
You got shoes and jewels
for what?

I told your idiot Father
not to let you
go to radical college
to major in
socialism and boyfriends

You’re not liberating:
you’re looting.

Your brother is
dead in Afghanistan. Suppose
he’d want you to have
well heeled shoes to walk in.

Why don’t you
steal something for me —

Yes, please,
go anarchy shopping
at the liquor store

Darling daughter,
why don’t you
rip out my liver, and
fry it in onions with
liberation olive oil

Your idiot Father
let me open my Boutique
and now your comrades
have burnt it to the ground

I’m glad for you
that your professor
gave you an A+ grade

Onward to paradise,
and take my heart.

Wuhan Girl

Wuhan girl, won’t you come out to light
come out for sighting
come out for citing?
Lab girl won’t you show a tiny crown
yes, dance with a crown, but
dance with a bat to dumbfound

We heard she went to market
early as a target
with a hole in her mask

not such an easy task to escape
if the secret police can make you, Shi
Shì de, qīn’ài de,
well duh
just simple to confess and die
with your lab confessor at your side

Wuhan girl, won’t you come out to light
come out for citing
come out delighting, shi! my love
or is it that in “gain of function”
you have died kissing crowns of bats
———-
*Shì de, qīn’ài de
Yes, my love
[she duh she nigh duh]
是的,亲爱的

Une traduction du poème intitulé “She’s an Anecdote for Easter”

C’est une anecdote pour Pâques

Nous avons regardé l’écran jouer
dans les Ides des péchés de mars
hydroxychloroquine
et l’azithromycine

en étudiant les oracles de la science
la dame elle-même a adopté un protocole convenu:
études contrôlées randomisées

Il est essentiel d’avoir un placebo
l’hydroxychloroquine n’est pas suffisante

Bien que ludique en plaisanteries aimantes, elle a dit
“étude formelle” est “le truc de Shakespeare”, et
les anecdotes sont pour les imbéciles collants
qui tombent pour des histoires miraculeuses

hydroxychloroquine
azithromycine
anecdote pointillante
un péché

Je l’ai suppliée de le prendre,
et les pièces étaient la chose, mais

les nuages ​​se rassemblaient
la tempête des cytokines approche,
un rapprochement pour
Didier * et Tony **
pas encore

Même s’ils ont dit
elle était trop vieille
pour la vie,
je l’adore elle

Elle avait adoré étudier
quand elle était étudiante
puis trouvé son doctorat Zen
études contrôlées randomisées

Elle a fait des études à l’époque
et elle était alors professeur

Mais elle a embrassé
les tragédies du protocole,
et Didier n’était pas un saint;
celui-ci ni connu pour
truffes ni foie gras.

Nous étions passés de
de station en station
dans une vallée préférée de nous
où nous avions d’abord embrassé le jour;
Charlie le chien a gardé des moutons pour nous
et il a aboyé en nous voyant jouer, et
nous avions cherché la rédemption ainsi, mais

Macron est allé à Marseille
disant: “Who knows what”
pour l’oreille de Raoult, mais

Elle, mon amour, a embrassé les protocoles
dans une étude contrôlée randomisée
parce qu’elle est professeur dans l’âme

nous connaissions les pensées des cytokines
étaient dans les nuages, oui, mais les protocoles
étaient divins, montrant
mettez vos orteils dans l’eau

Elle a obtenu un placebo;
elle mourut.
———-
It’s an anecdote for Easter

We watched the screen play
in the Ideas of March sins
hydroxychloroquine
and azithromycin

studying the oracles of science
the lady herself adopted an agreed protocol:
randomized controlled studies

It is essential to have a placebo
hydroxychloroquine is not enough

Although playful in loving jokes, she said
“formal study” is “Shakespeare’s thing”, and
the anecdotes are for sticky fools
who fall for miraculous stories

hydroxychloroquine
azithromycin
dainty anecdote
a sin

I begged her to take it,
and the parts were the thing but

the clouds gathered
the cytokine storm is approaching,
a reconciliation for
Didier * and Tony **
not yet

Even if they said
she was too old
for life,
I adore her

She loved studying
when she was a student
then found her Zen doctorate
randomized controlled studies

She studied at the time
and she was then a teacher

But she kissed
the tragedies of protocol,
and Didier was not a saint;
this one neither known for
truffles or foie gras.

We had gone from
from station to station
in a valley preferred by us
where we first kissed the day;
Charlie the dog kept sheep for us
and he barked when he saw us playing, and
we had sought redemption as well but

Macron went to Marseille
saying “je ne sais quoi”
for Raoult’s ear, but

She, my love, has embraced protocols
in a randomized controlled study
because she is a teacher at heart

we knew the thoughts of cytokines
were in the clouds, yes, but the protocols
were divine, showing
put your toes in the water

She got a placebo;
she died.

I Am a Drip

Worthless I, I cry because
no one at all even
worthless you, Mom
loves

me at all
and I would have loved Dad
had you not stabbed him
in the heart, and he
is gone I think, but
I don’t know —
I think we are dead.

Anyone, give me
a magic pebble
I can throw in the pond
where I used to go to pray
to play with a splash on me
who is a fountain who
is an endless cry, and I
can not stop myself from
wanting to drown

She’s an Anecdote for Easter (Cytokine Storm edit)

We watched the screen plays
in the Ides of March’s sins
hydroxychloroquine
and azithromycin

Studying the oracles of science
she embraced a protocol agreed to:
randomized controlled studies

It’s quintessential to have a placebo
hydroxychloroquine not sufficient

Though playful in loving banter
the study’s the thing she said, and
anecdotes make for clingy fools
who fall for miracle stories’ pull

hydroxychloroquine
azithromycin
anecdote doting
a sin

I begged her to take it,
and the plays were the thing, but

the clouds were gathering
the cytokine storm approaching,
a rapprochement for
Didier* and Tony**
not yet

Even though
she was old
and expendable,
I loved her

She’d loved to study
when she was a student
then found her doctorate Zen
randomized controlled studies

She did studies back when
and she was a professor then

But she embraced
the tragedies of protocol,
and Didier was not a saint;
this one neither known for
truffles nor foie gras.

We had gone from
station to station
into a favorite valley of us
where we’d first kissed the day;
Charlie the dog herded sheep for us
and he barked at seeing us play, and
we’d sought redemption thus, but

Macron journeyed to Marseille
to say je ne sais quoi to Raoult, but

She, my love, embraced the protocols
in a randomized controlled study
’cause she’s a professor at heart

we knew cytokine thoughts
were forming beclouded, oui
beyond reproach, yet taught
to put toes in the water

She got a placebo;
she died.

*Didier
Didier Raoult
Saint Didier

**Tony
Dr. Anthony Fauci
American physician and immunologist
director of the National Institute of Allergy and Infectious Diseases

Cytokine Storm

The clouds were gathering
the cytokine storm was approaching
a rapprochement for
Didier and Tony
not yet

Even though
she was old
and expendable,
I loved her

She loved to study
when she was a student

She did studies when
she was a professor

But she embraced
the tragedies of protocol,
and Didier was not a saint;
this one neither known for
truffles nor foie gras.

We had gone from
station to station
into a favorite valley of us
where we first kissed the day,
Charlie the dog herded sheep for us
and he barked at seeing us play, and
we’d sought redemption thus, but

Macron journeyed to Marseille
to say je ne sais quoi to Raoult, but

She, my love, embraced the protocols
in a randomized controlled study
’cause she’s a professor at heart

we knew cytokine thoughts
were forming beclouded, oui
beyond reproach, yet taught
to put toes in the water

She got a placebo;
she died.