Television on fire

Ah, to sit slack-jawed, studying the hours unasked for.

Pushing logic onto illogic.

Knowing it’s more fun without the thinking.

Why even put pen to it?

The world goes by one streetcar desire at a time.

Thinking the others are well informed.

Hoping they’re amused, stuffing faces with popcorn and shadows on silver cave walls.

A vision pulled way back but in focus.

A giant, wondrous show of the beautiful and the damned.

And it’s all for me. And for you.

Our own television show from the valley below.

Fearing no evil because of no evil.