TV Days

Tinfoiled rabbit ears reach out to the stars above & love what you see

Drapes draped for the afternoon

I want to see something good

but too much can

give you a stomachache

Crickets in the lining of a suit jacket or early spring & there you are

static jumps from my programs onto the carpet

tinfoil

tinfoil

trefoil

Nobody wants to fuck anymore like rabbits still it’s an option

on the other side of the cereal

One cloud

is like another inside a TV show

I don’t know what’s it called

Pro sports call from one channel & car lots the other clouds

cloud above the both of them

Do you think

there’s weather in there?

A cold front

that can freeze your teeth followed by sunlight

laid down like 2x4’s

from one channel to the next you can’t smell lake water

The horizon liquefies in our laps

or not

& butters our popcorn a prime time

that knows love or not

A parterre made of fissions floral arrangements

& snacks

You used to have to get up & walk across the floor

Flick it over

from one brown moth narrating atop a white

each spasm off-kilter

in front of electric ferns Zenith

antennas ripple

not through a light switch better than rain or a brand-new

club drug

brought to you by actors

Flick it back

a commercial break is full of cats

I don’t smoke

the same cigarettes

as him

What an afternoon

hot bright transmissions in a pool cool living room

not a tree anywhere

Jellyfish on the flat-screen reach out to tell us something important

from tiled grocery aisles where in between shows

hair & makeup are on a woozy

rampage

Rainbow magnetic tape connects the heart in my chest like spaghetti

Reach for something just out

of reach

Everyone looks so good or not in clothes

Teens do

or not & the living dead & ray tubes are shorter & chirp

Nature is renewed again & again

chirp

chirp

chirp

goes the night outside the picture window & the usual grass flicks on

You look just great in your new hair & renewed season

even though & so do we

It’s nice to have something to look forward to

An Ativan

inside a mountain

A cloud wandering down a sidewalk

Snow asleep on the davenport

Perspectives slide around a lot

The whole family aglow in liquid crystal

Clicker has dandruff

Commercial has dandruff

A cortisone shot

bent at the elbow & we’re live

A cache of sunshine dribbles out reruns of

freshly mown grass it

opens

up

every

afternoon