January 21, 2013


I prefer silence
to celebrity news,
chatty weather girls,
relentless commercials
crowding my dreams.
The dead escape
while we merely sleep,
their identity withheld,
pending notification
of someone who cares.
We mouth their names
in mock surprise,
seeing their faces
on the big screen,
until, at last, fresh fans
take the places
we kept warm,
when we
were still watching.