I turn on the tube and there’s nothing on.

Two trees are spontaneously combusting in protest.

A superstitious statistician is calling

only the even lotto numbers.

A yellow beach ball disintegrates in real time.

A reputable man is asking if it’s selfish

to eat fruit if the eater doesn’t plan

to swallow the seeds whole

and defecate in a fertile area

to make another fruit plant.

I skip the next channel

because it was filmed before I was born

and sometimes I get the creeps

watching things happen

from when I wasn’t around.

A rollercoaster goes up to the top

where a man is selling life insurance.

A faraway planet farts

and an astronomer laughs.

A flag was flown at half-mast,

but then something else happened

so it went halfway down again.

At this rate,

how long until it reaches the ground?

Static is like pi.

If pi contains every combination of numbers,

static contains every conversation you’ve ever heard.

I look outside.

It’s a nice day

for somebody to cash in a rain check.

Nothing On

Ian Valor

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