coupledom

a waterfall married TV static circa 1979 circa 3am
for years they discussed privacy and downtime and the role
of tourism in island economies      they were content 
content to be without      they consciously abstained
from children fearing the future and its crowded
vibe     also electrocution      not as an actual threat
more theoretical construct     when waterfall got sick
TV static was there until suddenly heading off the air
with the flag and wordless anthem and the antswarm
waterfall had cherished like a face      in static’s place were
many things      many many things      none of them good
waterfall got sicker alone      TV static showed up now
and again to indicate something broken in the world
but didn’t stay and couldn’t help waterfall at all      a dam
upriver had turned her into trickle      the thing neither had
understood was how fucking beautiful they could’ve been
combined      their offspring a motorcycle      not a slick new
rocket but a chopper with tallboy handlebars      the kind of
child that takes apart       and remakes themself on the open
road      seeking a path to living out from under     a night
where every channel is playing King Kong in black&white