Tuesday, August 23, 2011

TV

the cackle of an old woman’s malice
strikes the same cacophonic note of the television
gone is the touch of the real

all that keeps her sane is the box
with its hysteria and song-
right round the clock,

there’s a god man or two
contorting himself silly,
the long suffering matriarch,
the pathetic wife,
the gorgeous vamp,
the lust crazy villain

she nods her head
and wags her fingers
as cinematic justice is doled in
30 minute servings

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