My TV’s breaking news into gibberish pieces
small enough to feed my Facebook walls
and my own ivory ribs beneath the Like button.
I’ve never been lost. Never will.
This IS life, I’m bragging to myself.
The blue eyes of the girl across the street
jumping on her old trampoline
turned into hollow, transparent incisions.
To see the world
through the eyes of an idiot child.
It’s still alright. All the newspapers sell
sensational naked, skinless blank pages,
hence no missing headers or titles.
I know I’ll have a clear blue-eyed life
and never again will trust misleading titles.