Primed Poem by shimon weinroth

From time to time, and at prime time,
I am faced by decisions, TV or not TV
Before or after, Not the nine o'clock news
Comedy or violence, Sci fi or soap opera

From inside the box or off the screen
Tentacles of seduction reach out, probe my ears
Up my nostrils, grab my orbs, embrace my hormones
My neck in hammerlock, And I, I can hardly breathe

From expectations, colorful and robust,
Caught by termoil, anxiety, laughter and sad,
Youthful handsome bodies thrill, of false memories,
Of yesteryear, or that never were

My mind salivates, my eyes water, nerves palpitated
Chained and manacled, I am doped, sedated and
Brain-washed, channeled, see the world turned round
And I, I do nothing, sit back and muse,
Dreaming my prime time away