Seinfeld is Universal

the TV

keeps fading to black,

flashing in red lettering

"NO SIGNAL".

I fumble with the antenna

looking for this lost signal,

imagining it may be avoiding me

in outer space,

carrying Seinfeld

to other planets.

junk food

I remember looking at the countertops
of my house
as a child,
mail piled together
like a salad

each letter for me
was a section of orange
on my tongue
peeled birthday cards
littered the kitchen

I dread the day
when I will think

bills, bills, bills

to achieve sainthood
i subsist entirely on
guacamole

Tick tock tick tock

My house is full
of girls watching shows
about child birth
and weddings
and more child birth
and talking about who got engaged today
and looking through wedding magazines
and sighing at rings
and pretty dresses.

I sit in the next room
pretending to be uninterested
but I really want to crawl
under my bed
bitter
and
terrified.

i don't feel like a poem today

i feel like a bike locked to
a gas meter and like tinted
windows and an eclipse

scooter didn't say anything
interesting last night

I got blackout drunk last night

my head is throbbing
I am making spaghettios
I wish I wasn't alone all the time.

sex in a church parking lot

a light on in somebody's office
upstairs, but
our windows are fogged

I say to whoever is watching
--this was the darkest place we could find

and wonder why I don't pray more
often
at ten on a Thursday night

the hope is in the Proles

I am constantly ensuring myself that

I love the common man

(a fanfare for him in fact)

but then the commonman opens his mouth

in human geography

and we become forced internal migrants