an upside down Chicago Bulls hat

blah, blah, blah,
basketball and bullshit distractions,
poetry is a sucker's prayer.

I wanna love somebody,
but I don't know how. 

Lonesomeness doesn't get me down,
but I'd like to lay on the couch with someone
and debate going out to dinner,
and then deciding to just order UberEats. 

COVID is a good excuse
for a curmudgeon like me. 

blah blah blah,
let's go to a hipster concert soon,
and pretend to be 20 something forever.