***
The television couldn't decide whether
static or darkness were more attractive.
Night shattered the porcelain
with plastic quarters.
A poor craft
ensnared in a magic trap.
**
And then there was the cop;
but since when was complaining a crime?
"There are over 100 symptoms for anxiety,"
and I'm lucky enough to have greeted them all.
So pour me the sky,
and suffer with me a while.
*
Sudden jolts and head zaps,
I open my eyes to sleep -
She's been there so many times
as so many different people
Until the pipes burst
and out spill the balloons.
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