Oh, I have friends. But so much of the daily's
At arm's length. A table across. A room away.
Stairway-passing-by. I live more with TV.
What's wrong with Peggy, and Don, and Pete,
Or Inspector Morse, or the rotating casts
Of Law And Order Prime, I ask, since you
May be looking down on me with a flat smirk
But my laugh's last, being above you all
On the putative wrong side of this seance.