by , under Poetry, Überhaus Diary

The television is always on these days
far too loud

in empty rooms I can hear it
from outside the house

and after dark see the dance
blue light throwing shadows

on the usually blank plaster

look closely
it’s Dan Rather again

older than ever

his Texas mouth made for
corn on the cob

but he is only the messenger
if can you trust him

Don't just stand there.