The T.V.'s Cold Glow Poem by matthew wunsch

The T.V.'s Cold Glow



The T.V.'s Cold Glow

The t.v.'s cold glow...
watches you...
watches you watching it too.
Quarter past and the hours of your life in tune...
with the subliminal
radio.
Hears you,
Hears you hear it too.

The t.v.'s cold glow...
I'm watching it watch me too.
And it hears me, subliminal
watch it watch me confused over the stereo.
I am not listening
I am not listening.

The T.V.s cold glow...
numbing you.
As you sweat
an overzealous wet-
ness that seeps out your pores.
And your on the edge of your seat
as you watch some poor sap play
'Who Wants to Win a Meal for Their Family to eat? '

Nuclear War
families, decades later deformed.
They are watching you.
I am watching you watch them too.
The damage was endless
but we gave them a give basket
'...our condolences...'

There's only one way to think...
There's only one way to dream...
...and they're watching you.
There's only one way to think...
There's only one way to dream...
...and I'm watching them watch you too...
(my condolences)

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