V1 — Steve
steve told her: i got a gut feeling
you want me to feel your guts
come feel the nuts &
bolts of electricity
ain’t no magick in that ministry
travesty — mimicry
meanwhile people rowdy
panic in their miseries
riled up — running ‘round stores
hoarding — storing — hashtag: score
or — amateurish filterings
nonetheless
wolverines with instincts, in sync — surviiiival
peep bargain hunters by the eye full
buyers’ eyes bigger than the stomachs of their riiiiivals
sardines on aisle four
teens spread miiiicrobes
uhh, the bell rang
everybody go in siiiiide
no one’s alone, home — directives coinciiiide
no need to close your eyes — only distant socializing
this ain’t 1918 — technology’s multiplied, since
so put your head thru the looking glass —
fast — start dialing
or get a good angle — digi chat —
invite friennnds —
delight themmmm
some call it wartime
well come down to warp 9 —
treachery — the leader is a tree frog
he leaps logs of info
regurgitates it to simple statements
pucker up for the sap-sucking aphid
two-eighty (280) characters
his character is limited
‘cause out the womb
he slithered, a human-configured lizard
cold blooded —
he don’t care if you go suddenly
hisss authority is horribly — “don’t fuck with me”
V2 — Martine
“uhh, steeeve .. ” — interjected martine —
she ain’t no tart thing
a smart cookie, hard looking at the art scene
i meant like, how do you feel ?
not like, in a general sense
but like — what do you wanna watch ?
that documentary of elephants ?
oooh, maybe fifth element ? — hbo — true detective ? ”
steve looked up:
with a rude expression
martine could see steve was pre-occupied
so she opened up her book
while steve, he spoke his mind
i’m just a mini series of various moody periods
it varies in between solaris, joking & whyyy serious ?
i wanna go back to paris, but i dunno
the notre dame cathedral folded over,
smoldered — can still it
calm the people ?
everybody needs a flying buttress
overarching support system
some are crying, fuck this !
abort system !
so we
reboot it — fight it — reignite it
assembly: the disparate states
re-united
V3 — Tabby & Calico
out
on the back patio
their tabby & their calico
are back
from a saturday sabbatical
the governor instructed, “keep
locked in your housse”
it’s apocalypse noww
that’s the talk of the towwn
stationary humans ?
probably thoughts’ll get loud
the sun is at your porch — door —
walk on a cloud
the calico & tabby, they
tossss up a moussse
these neighborhood cats
be like: apocalypse ?
meowww !
31 MAR 2020 | Copyright © B. Yee
Lyrics from the album, APART_MENT, 2021, by Gene Wilderness