no news is good enough for your
news is death’s excuses humbled
vehicles fall off sharper ledges
cliff sides bridges cantilevered
collapsing news broadcasts live
on a rusted wing caboose jerks
behind news-crew facades pummel
the van’s idling engine room as
coffee pre-heats the bagel juice
wraps & rehearsals all in the can
the news is not new but ancients
blue & old lies guttered nightly
spewed-up & eaten by television
by the news man hanging on words
woman’s too good to cry or to lie
to be a subject of documentaries
on bad news/hair she’s the vixen
toxic air’s too convenient we’re
violent on those who betrayed my
lungs (some new tests demonstrate
the possibility of shadows appear
in the ad break of our news veneer
