Inconsistent Apocalypse

Warm, fuzzy feeling, Butterflies in my stomach, Heart palpitations.

Beautiful colors, Peering through my bedroom blinds, Perverted parrots.

Precision needed, All failures, catastrophic, Fuck rotary phones.

Scintillating stars, Awash in a blacklit sky, You got knocked out, dude.

There's no need to apologise, For questions asked, curious eyes, Science advances at a furious pace, So ask away to win the race.

Science works in leaps and bounds, In leaping bounds, you see, In bounding leaps, science moves, To keep you covid-free, From Pasteur's spoiled wine, And the knob of miss Curie, This little swab inside your butt, Helps keep us covid-free!

For public safety, Covid anal swab drive thru, The future of health.

Despite early signs, You did not heed the warnings, Hey, Merry Crisis.

No new haiku today; simply a PSA more people should be following that *will* save lives.

My special surprise, A gift to the one I love, My Dixon Cider.

Unexpected twist, I've fallen head over heels, Landed on my feet.

Bills not for paying, A corkscrew but not for wine, Thinking about ducks.

Galaxies floating, In the infinite cosmos, And you're here. With me.

Going mad slightly, Can't sleep, counting sheep nightly, Swing at my head. Hard.

The sweaty night times, Panting, naked in my bed, I don't own A/C.

"Wow, so much corn starch, Are you a baker per chance", "No, I like jogging".

The lightning, mingling, With the earthen fire and clay, Zeus, stop that right now.

June's poem is in booksie.com/627226-contempt

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The current climate isn't ideal for my creativity, so posting may be a little *inconsistent*. Here's something I worked on for a while. booksie.com/622453-into-sani…