Trying to watch The Wire
all the characters end up looking like Foucault
and I end up as Foucaulted out
as a high-class whore in the midst of revision
for her second-year exams.
And Family Guy's turned into
little more than a handjob,
and for some reason books about books
are more enjoyable than the books
the books are about.
I have a lot of books,
like I'm trying to look through the binoculars
of the double-o
to find some kind of truth;
my brain is a skyscraper of prose
on a mild-mannered morning
in September of 2001
and the TV broke its own back
chasing stories through the library.
I point bluntly at my reflection.