a true Account of saturday mornings
the buttons take you places
not just across the room to switch
channels like we used to
click click the magic streams now
into lost lands or coyote deserts
imaginary worlds where
pixels in RGB shine,
light to lose ourselves and be
dragged into mysteries to
fight villains like Dr. Shrinker,
or old man Withers or snow ghost
and be the discoverer of worlds
cityscapes, jungles, oceans, countries,
the complex splendor we never dreamed
we could visit
for real
it shaped us in how we shaped
lives around us into
the truth of our
actual living
to fight evil, do good
make the world better
all gleaned from a tube
sorry not sorry
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I like the penultimate stanza best, the way it looks for the real world significance if cartoons. This reminds me if Nick Flynn’s “cartoon physics” series in his debut collection, Some Ether.
Thanks Tom! It’s appreciated, especially cartoon physics. 🙂
What a lovely opening line:
the buttons take you places