by William Skink

Not much to write about today. The kids are going kayaking and I’m going target shooting in the woods.

I’m also working on finishing up some poems for my upcoming WELCOME TO THE COVAXICON. Here’s the latest, enjoy!

ROUNDUP

I’m a mower over clover
where wobbly bees explore
fucked up on Glyphosate
and unprepared for war

I’m narrative anesthesia
with a Super Hero dick
high on strokes of ego
want to take a lick?

I’m a made-up plastic world
bought with paper cash
fake on top of fake on top of
my real caucasian ass

which is privileged, to be sure
and I should say, well armed
with mower blades and rhymes to say
yet little food to farm