Static

[Tiger the Lion]

Static

I blame it on the art-deco radio
with its smug little baby-blue leather optimism
and its silly, sunshine-yellow stitching.

I blame it for switching 
from Christmas carols 
to saying some John Lennon is dead
while we waited and waited 
for our soldiers and Chucky eggs.

I blame it for changing my Mum and Dad
into my Mother and Father.

I blame it for Kennedy and Kerouac,
John Candy and Christ.

I blame it for everything.