The please freak And the likeness monster Follow the pretend family On their journey alone Around the room. In the middle of the night Comes the terrifying cry— "How may I help you" The tree looks down And shakes its head. Under separate cover Of the night, love Stalks the streets. The audit committee Goes into executive session. In a faraway bedroom, A baby smiles. Everything Is happening by the plan. The sound of hoofs on brick. Peach lights in the fog. The bagels are poorly But the beer is handcrafted. A continuous stream of information Broadcast by the insects: At the sound of the tone, Please leave a message. Ah, they will think. No one home. It's good for them to think— Don't do it for them. Feel free to shout at the screen. Feel as free as possible. Feel freer.
Copyright © 2012 by Jordan Davis. Used with permission of the author.