Back in the day
the smoke blacked tube
was what made the tv fuzzy
and the wind pushed
the antennae fifteen degrees off
clear reception of
the Purina sponsored nightly weather.
Last week I walked around the pond
with a pentagrammed five button box
that would have shamed Kreskin….
(44,239 sq. ft.) .
The busy bodied sanctimonious bitch
on our party line
gave herself away
with gasps grated by forty years
of closet smoking.
My Picasso son-in-law
draws masterpieces on a metal slab
and sends them to my
all in one fax, copier, scanner,
high definition photo printing
technological alchemist paper spitter.
Glad handing with the
in town for staples farmers
on Saturday night
is replaced with cross country
bytes as shallow as
a politician's capped enamels.
A Govenor's hatred
barred school doors