by Marc Carver
on Corona come and get me,
lick toilet seats, stand next to coughing people on the
still you can't get me.
are not as tough as you think you are.
have I got to do
I am not hiding
am not in self-isolation
swim in that big pool with all the dirty people I am like
Jesus mixing with the lepers and the sick.
nothing still no sign.
won't let me into the old people's homes surely they
have it there.
go on planes and refuse the lockdown
tell me all the time the news the media.
pandemic that shout through the tubes of glass
and through the laptops.
shopping centers are empty only me there looking for
the zombies the infectious but still there is no one.
if you have any guts Corona
on come and find me and we will fight it out.
Carver is an old man that
occasionally manages to knock out a good poem, or two.
Rosmus is a Jersey
girl who looks like a Mob Wife & talks like Anybody’s from West Side
Story. She works out 5-6 days a week, so needs no excuse to drink or do
whatever the hell she wants She’s been published in the usual places, such as Shotgun
Honey, Hardboiled, A Twist of Noir, Megazine, Beat to a Pulp, Out
of the Gutter, Mysterical-E, and Twisted Sister. She
is the editor/art director of the ezine, Yellow Mama. She’s a Gemini, a
Christian, and an animal rights activist. She has recently been branching out
into photo illustration, under the guidance and mentoring of Ann Marie Rhiel.