PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I. Maple leaf



Let us see

November twentyone 1998 3:42am

Somewhere in this sleeping

Child's Saturday morning ritual

Little tykes and tykettes

All across the dreaming

Alike him waking up comfy and watching

Ducktales at 4:00am



Somewhere wary crying little ones awakened

Too early by themselves glued to 31 at 3:42am

Sydicate Canadian R.M.P. shockvideo

The episode with the attempted self-offing

50 Prozac probably a beer chaser

Then a red-gushing wrist slashing

Both of them smearing the eyes, leafed men's, children's

I believe the video camera caught it all



Sown into early minds

With subsequent bloodbath

Investingating images car crash

Finally the violent subjugation with moderate torture

Of a bare-chested cooperating

Alleged knife-stabbing-man

Little sleeping child's Saturday morning ritual

Shatters into wakefullness



In sync with others numbed

Shocked blase or even TV-less but subject

To their untelevised violent reality

Tykes and tykettes

Much like him seeing real TV

The real innocence melts under phosphorescent

Flashing blue and red lights and sound of burning

Rubber and bending metal



II. The music swells



Johnny sleepwatches real life

Wishes the mugging he'd witnessed out his window

Had had a soundtrack wishes he the avid viewer

Had the lead got the girl did the sunset fiding off into thing

He thinks of nothing but upcoming attractions

His walk to work passes billboards

Blanker than the picture on the 78" Sony

He keeps boobytrapped for spirits and clumsy thieves



III. Information revolution



Johnny sleepwatches made for reality movies

In which asleep or awake small children are exposed

To violent politically sensitive television

Aired indiscriminately close

To early Saturday ritual cartoon 4:00am

Making monsters in later life uncouth and dangerous

Minds blank as billboards black as self-loathing

Diseased from an early age



IV. Senseless morning



Let us see November 21 1998 4:30am

Somewhere in this sleeping

Child's Saturday morning ritual

An author

Ends a poem

Turns

Off the TV

Numbly cloese his eyes



Tightly sleeps