She came like the storm, took over like one too.

She stopped my Art classes, the one that I admired.

I miss my teacher, one who grades my work “boo”.

I stayed home then, eating, which, got me tired.

The previous four lines, I read it to my girlfriend.

She puts on a sarcastic smile, tells me to shut up harder.

When I tell her, it was about the virus, boy does she dread.

She gets mad and leaves, I can finally call my instructor.

The state is in lockdown, Miss Ann informs me.

I tell her that I miss her, and her classes, very whole-heartedly.

My heart can’t take it anymore, I facetime her excitedly.

She doesn’t pick up; she mustn’t be free.

My body misses her soft touch, I ride over to her house.

Her husband isn’t home, so we made love thrice.

Once we are finished, we cuddled until dawn.

Mr. James caught us; he kicks me out to his lawn.

He then proceeds towards and coughs up on me.

What was that for. I ask him hurriedly.

I tested positive for the virus, get well soon, he mocks.

Now a pandemic patient, I limp away, with only one sock.

Why am I like this?

This curse that has plagued my life,

making me despondent and desultory.

Always lurking in the shadows unseen and unheard of.

Looming past the people of flesh.

Making them shiver.

Sometimes in trepidation, and in delight...

I am nothing but a ghost of a memory,

forgotten and renounced of my old life.

And when the spirits are forgotten,

slowly and painfully, fragment by fragment,

they die away.

The moon grows larger for its lunar phases by eating clouds.

It shrinks by farting them back out.

The sun sleeps in the ocean every night,

When it is pulled down by tiny people of the ocean

By their ropes and anchors.

It sizzles to rest.

People are scared of the unknown.

They fear what they do not understand and what they cannot control.

A problem is that control,

itself,

doesn’t really exist,

but rather,

is a construct,

of our minds.

Can we not,

therefore,

choose what we are,

and are not,

afriad of?

(do we?)

Would we choose

to be

fearless?

Does fearless mean

safe?

Might it mean

unaware?

How do we make the ends meet,

of fear and control,

of power and responsibility,

of responsibility and anxiety,

of comfort and pleasure,

of object,

and subject.

Fuck this

quar·an·tine

/ˈkwôrənˌtēn/

.

(pee-ri-ud)

Parenthesis.

Parent thesis.

I mean it.

(mean(ly))

Justly,

just apprehend it.

The world’s in rehab.

Captain Ahab

trying to grab

the Moby Dick.

n

e

t

f

l

i

x

.

And chill.

Fuck the pills.

The Art of the Deal?

Mental farts are what I feel.

Going

c

r

a

z

y

Muppet Treasure Island

CABIN

F

E

V

E

R

But fuck it. I’m still a believer.