TV Eye

I hate the television
full of lies and rehashed stories
full of bad ads and tired mixtures
of families and couples
growing trees in perfect lawns
with good kids speeding all around
I hate the television
full of shaded tired stories
of good versus evil in the shape of age
coming up from behind us
white haired and salt-shaded
but vigorously walking along beaches
sneaking up to whisper laughter
I hate the television
full of mistakes and half-blooded wistfulness
for another day past
Never a new day or even a moment
Just close your eyes
Isn’t this too familiar or do you not recall
how they sold you once on anything
till you were dancing outside the packie
with a bottle in your hand
dancing outside the dispensary
with a vaporizer in your mouth
dancing outside the abattoir
all the way into the blessing of forgetting
I hate the television
Hate it for its seduction
Hate it for the love it peddles
Hate it for the vision so sharp it holds
I close my eyes
My ruined eyes
My too-honest eyes
Marbles for the playing
by another who whispers
Look at this if the television hurts
Look at this
Pounds my head again and yet and still
until there is nothing to see
and nowhere left on the dial

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onward,
T