About yesterday.

I forgot to say

Heads up on a heartbreak,

Hot and heavy,

Ready and deadly.

My God, is the only way to communicate

Through clacking cliche,

Rhythm and alliteration?

Metered out into today’s dosage.

Watch the News Room elegy

For the American Dream.

I watch my line to the outside

Flicker and turn to static,

White noise and swallowed up

By the ticking tracker

Of what is worthy.