The World Doesn’t Need Another Tim Allen Sitcom 

The world doesn’t need another Vaseline-coated peephole pointed at the inner workings of sports equipment retail, power tools, supermodels, grunting, and avuncular advice about weatherproofing. 

Weep

over the corpse of the sitcom! Cry snowflake.

Cry pure bottled Michigan

where water is and isn’t. My suspicions grow

regarding this espoused disdain for snowflakes.

These men may realize

that our clouds

are full of grapefruit peels and violent zest. When it snows,

as it does in the Midwest,

we’ll strip the paint from their cars,

melt the mouths off their stony monuments,

and peel the flickering pixels

off their pathetic little sitcom dodo lies.

Buh-bye. 

Matthew DeMarco lives in Denver. His work has appeared on Poets.org and in Ghost City Review, Landfill, Sporklet, Glass, and elsewhere. Poems that he wrote with Faizan Syed have appeared in Jet Fuel Review, Dogbird, and They Said, an anthology of collaborative writing from Black Lawrence Press. He tweets sporadically from @M_DeMarco_Words.