"...changed the channel"

on t.v
the well dressed mannequins
hazelnut eyed wall paper
concerto concerto

the bassoon,  with sick mimic
i retched into a street
you would

walk over my body, my wild
side of offering
dead daffodils growing alive
by the chelation
of lead from my soul.

i was shot in 1998,
meryl streep in a silver shot
beard
like dropping b-52's
in a bar
for young hooligans.

last night
you asked me why i died,
and i responded by saying:
"you changed the channel".