I lived in a house that I called the “icky” house when I was little.
Never liked it, the paint would move and when you woke
people would be whispering just outside of the door.
There was a rocking horse in the attic though.
I called him Dusty because of the glowing flecks
of sawdust prancing around in the light.
I rode him and remembered why it was I was so strange
it was because I already knew how to ride a horse.
Oh I get the joke.
HAHAHAH. Yeah I know it’s like there
right, in the face, in the past, in the place?
Oh man it’s always so funny. Hahahahah,
all the TV is a shadow box of laughter from people
who probably have been dead for a while.
Gags and gags and gags, clowns, mimes,
chimps, pimps, red carpet gowns, times
like these it’s very difficult not to laugh,
but don’t it’s serious man,
everything is a big deal, haven’t you heard,
the world is laughing at how big a joke
this punchline is.
All of Us
I yell at the television a lot,
probably because I’m losing my shit,
but also there’s this weird signal,
high pitched and at the edges
of the audio; whining, cajoling, creeping, and I can hear it.
So I howl like an animal
at the telegraph under the TV.