Hope You're Happy Too

nothing remains

not even a hiccup

vcr-retrograde

cobwebs and

electrical sockets

believe in the same

god

there's too many

reasons

too many

potatoes

under the sink

david bowie

sinking into a

corny creek

harlequin-style

and major tom

losing his savings

everything is

original

everything is not

remember when

m-tv

used to play videos?

remember blades of

grass and

the yellow pages

sorrowful little

post-it notes

about missing something

extra-special

moments that astronauts

seem to live on

you know what?

i've heard a rumor from ground control

oh no, don't say it's true

but it is

it is

true

it is

all of it being shoveled

into itself, a nostalgia

shuffle

forced down a high

school hallway

pushed by the

janitor's broom

i'm happy

hope

you're happy

too