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