Static

[RiverNotch]

Static

I blame it on the art-deco radio pretty sure there's a proper term for that -- "cathedral radio". thematically relevant, too
with its smug little baby-blue leather optimism although usually art deco radios are wood or bakelite (or at least Blue Velvet)
and its silly, sunshine-yellow stitching.

I blame it for switching 
from Christmas carols 
to saying some John Lennon is dead "some"?
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. maybe remove "my", even from both lines, to condense

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

I blame it for everything.

"it on" to "it for" -- what's "it"? The second it is most likely the radio, but then what's the first it? the static? but why blame the static on the radio? how's the radio to blame for the static, as the rest of the poem fails to connect? might be smoother just to cut out the first stanza.

i mean, i feel like this would click easier if the static were solely to blame, at least to my cold cold mind: static is, at its faintest, cosmic background radiation, the last essentially unchanged trace of the birth of the universe; and, the rest, heat.