Robinson Crusoe Orders a Generator from Amazon.com
In practiced unison we again recite
The liturgies of flashlight batteries
Bottled water, paper plates and plastic sporks
And Meals-Ready-To-Eat, though they really aren’t
A Pilgrim's Journal of Life, Literature and Love
In practiced unison we again recite
The liturgies of flashlight batteries
Bottled water, paper plates and plastic sporks
And Meals-Ready-To-Eat, though they really aren’t
…But this year all your friends fit into cubes
On the computer screen at your kitchen table
And you hope your stupid brother won’t dance
Across the room in his Captain Marvel underwear…
And now two cones are moving up the coast
Maybe tomorrow they’ll move back down again
While we stack toilet paper and MREs
Perhaps the ice cream truck’s an ice cream float…