Cirrostratus plated sky
in patches as if milk was splashed
and in the breakers such milk churned
that generously heaped waves swashed
in mini bays of shore sand dashed
that overlapping swashes heaped
as long tongues lolled before they slicked
as Jaggering rebellion licked
where Fishos once took line to sea.
Such Sticky Fingers, on the fly....
And all the ghosts of burgers burned,
taped off in yellow, caution closed
by order, no more holiday.
You all endure in misery:
no sitting on the grass, move on,
no eating sangas in the sun.
Essentialism is our drift
the new austerity, new thrift,
not simply social distancing
but ropes upon your twizzling.
Yoga, Meditation, Dancing, Kites,
will give the Pigs the Iri-ites
whose duty is a curfew called
and every regulation bald.
Don't drive down to a beach to walk...
Why not? Because... because we talk,
and say you can't, and leader too
would limit you to pee and poo,
live out your life essentially
like quiet stats at home in play,
know nothing of good fractals or
just how the wind cleans out your bore;
though one day city daddy will
take axe to family, the ill
being not at all diagnosed,
just cabin fever - this case closed.
Cirro-stratus plated sky,
in patches as if milk was splashed
and in the breakers such milk churned
that generously heaped waves swashed
in mini bays of shore sand dashed
that overlapping swashes heaped
as long tongues lolled before they slicked
as Jaggering rebellion licked
where Fishos once took line to sea,
and the wild horses whinnied free.
...................
Easter is Cancelled - by Order: Pitch Black and the Vogons.
