A public boast and a sobering message

1.

My father has Covid. 

A friend of mine dated Gaddafi. 

I used to be Barbara Steele’s agent.

My dead friend Barbara

—a different one—

appeared to a mutual friend

in a dream. Twice.

Each time, she said,

“I know I’m dead. It’s ok.”

Very deadpan. Just like her.

No, really. 

There’s a poem for you. 

Can’t you see how angry I am?

PS: Friends in Berlin

moved to escape Trump

now want to come back for the vaccine.

Another dead friend from Russia

keeps turning up for a drink.

2.

And you were there

and you

and you

and you.

Kung Fu Wizards

everywhere:

“You think your magic

is stronger than mine?”

No, seriously.

Dancing skeletons

flying through the air

thousands of them.

I hear that you are a kind god!

Save me, Buddha!

They are want to eat this little plant

that I am,

said the tiny mandrake.

3.

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.

by Keith Sanborn

—March 24, 2021