November 13th, 2020 - Dustin Vado

 And a great virus washed the Earth of its plague.

A blank stare, phallus in the skyline

and a hollow heart sets in the west -

magentas and reds all clouding the future.

There’s a great rain on the horizon,

a moonlight implied by the needles in the gutter

or tik tok.

The California poppy,

the sex shop poppers

and good times were had in handcuffs

while a great virus washed the Earth of its plague.

Gatherings are banned

people will die

if they we are together.

Hope used to jack us through the nose,

and out the mind

but now it has

brain freeze.

It must’ve gone skiing

somewhere far and european

to feel so glamorous in rhinestones 

        and brass,

because hope is an immigrant

like the rest of the charlatans

that robbed from under the native’s ass.

This is America -

land of milk, honey and viagra

prescribed to keep the stars vague.

Shining sea to sea,

there are plenty of fish to bleed while

a great virus washes the Earth of its plague.