God Bless You, E E Cummings

An off-day for the quill: I’m channel surfing from a carpeted beach beneath beveled canopy. My legs haplessly dangle flung overboard crossing a comfortable black leather partition provided by Sears. On CNN there’s a bow legged French horn wearing white face apologizing for American abundance above the ticking measures of Cold War success. Spare me, Christiane. Thirsty, I have the maid fetch me a fresh Coke and resume my voyeuristic voyage downstream through high-definition static and spoken saturation. Eddie Cummings flips a knowing wink then sweeps the tulips from a chimney’s dream. 4/27/17