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August 21, 2008 at 12:18 am | In Blood & Guts, poetry | 1 CommentPrime Time
On the television
is a clip show marathon:
police chases
horrible accidents
memorable assaults.
I’m not really watching it
but I leave it on in the background
so that my brain can absorb
all of the terror
with none of the effort.
While a man is drowning in a river
I pay my electric bill
and when the little lady shopkeeper
is attacked by a thief with a crowbar
I am putting the last dish away.
Every so often I glance up.
Shaky camera
people trying to fuck
or rob
or kill each other.
Desperation.
Tragedy.
Flashing lights.
But no one ever dies.
That’s the beauty
of television.
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I REALLY like the new site.
Also, I tagged you.
http://www.jennandevan.com/jenn/2008/09/03/if-you-would-only-listen-you-might-just-realize-what-youre-missin/
Comment by Jenn — September 3, 2008 #