And so…
of all the god dam
universal possibilities
we could be expected to endure
we are now eight months into
a global pandemic
that no one saw coming
except, of course
the people whose job it is
to see these things coming
but, of course
when they told us about it
we thought “not me”
and we didn’t listen to them
and when we finally did
we quickly realized
that they were making shit up as they went along
because they were as completely baffled
as we were on what to do.
And so…
we then learned that
Safeway would deliver
food
and BevMo
would deliver
booze
and the local dispensary
would delivery
cannabis in a dizzying variety of functions and flavors
and The Feds
would delivery
an extra $600 every week
to help pay for all your pizza,
booze
and cannabis
and that we were now exempt from
getting off the couch and ironing a shirt
and putting on long pants
to go make chit-chat
as all boring social functions
had been canceled
and we began to think
perhaps this won’t be so bad
after all.
And so…
the extra $600 has kept Safeway in business and
BevMo with customers and
the cannabis dispensaries afloat, but
Joe’s Hardware Store
is
fucked
because his customers are now more
fat, stoned, and drunk than ever before
sitting on their couches realizing
that everything they need
will come right to their door
and
that leaky toilet
can run
forever.
Ken Owen Van Niddy Press
August 2020
