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TIME IS OF THE ESSENCE
The television set
has fucked up my mind
diminished
my attention span
can’t focus
on the intellectual
that’s way, way too difficult
my simple mind
can’t comprehend
I watch sitcoms all day
and all night
hour long cop shows
and late night talk shows
TV gets me on my rump
just sit on my ass
and forget about Nietzsche
lose sight of Dostoevsky
19th Century literature
challenges the mind
TV eases it back down
into Duh Duh land
no brain power needed
it’s too much effort
flick the remote control
and pour another drink
break down in tears
admit to watching this garbage
and hear the harangue
don’t have time to tackle Pound
or decipher Eliot
remains too difficult
Imagination is shot
nothing left
but a memory
and a picture
on a 35 inch screen
10-10-95
Such mourning to a massacre
Such mourning to a massacre of the hours.
I, of course, will tell
I, of course, will tell myself that I didn't really waste those hours because I wrote this poem. The hours whiled away not in vain.