Tell a Vision

Huge oak cabinet console TV
With a broken screen
Sits on the tree lawn
In front of my Cleveland Street house

Took four would be macho men
To get it up the porch stairs and into the living room
Took one might be mouse of a man
With a hand from his wife
To push it out and off
Then down the sidewalk to the curb

She he it
Three major net works
At least one of them 
Less high than deaf

Same sidewalk the neighbors' Blazer
Sat blocking today when the police came
Told them to move it
While one of them with an outstanding warrant
Fled out the back basement door
Stumbled his way to a fence behind the house
And barely made it
Over

I in my driveway felt claustrophobic
Not just
Because of the cop car
Blocking my innocent exit

Huge oak cabinet console TV
Been around since at least the early nineties
Til rendered nearly irreparable by rash circumstance
Still feeling mightier than the newer sets
Ahead of its time once
But now more than a decade behind
Wondering if it's obsolete
Or if there's a chance
It's just
Less high than deaf
Eyes been aching
To be rid of this console
For a long bit
And the wife's been aching
For a lighter flatter model
For at least as long

So now it's out on the tree lawn
And even the garbage men don't care
To pick it up

Nearly everyone who passes down
Our busybody street pauses to stare at it
Assess its worth or lack thereof and then move on

I dreamt last night 
A strong insightful
Someone stopped
Saw value in our tree lawn trash
Tried her best to push it home
From the end of this claustrophobic driveway
Convinced she could restore it

But I awoke to find
The huge oak cabin net con soul
Remains by the road at the edge
Of this Cleveland Street property
Waiting to be garbage picked
Arrested and destroyed
Retrieved
Rescued
Redeemed

Waiting
Not necessarily wanting
To be the center of attention again
But waiting to be anywhere 
Except
Anywhere near
That lighter flatter high deaf model
It hears clearly
Inside

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  • 6/28/2009 8:57 AM smith wrote:
    tv kills brain cells - the only good tv is a dead tv.
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    1. 6/28/2009 10:31 AM Jesus Crisis wrote:
      I finally killed it - but Geri got another.
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      1. 6/29/2009 4:22 AM From Facebook wrote:

        Stacey Mangiaracina
          Stacey Mangiaracina
        you should have used it as an aquarium...now that's more relaxing to watch than tv...

        Jen Pezzo -Kerowyn Rose
          Jen Pezzo -Kerowyn Rose
        Nice word play as always! I enjoyed this.

        Jill Riga
          Jill Riga
        i liked it too! well done, and choc full of funnies, my kind of poem!

        Tim Buck
          Tim Buck
        Well, I was reading blithely along until I sensed something creeping up on me in your words. And when I got to those two last sections...man...you turned ME into a forlorn TV console!...waiting for redemption.

        Are you a magician or something? : )

        Rune Tao Press
          Rune Tao Press
        this is the nefarious TV you where trying to outrun just a day ago I assume...
        Glad to see the better man won... and it is on the curb to be picked up and not you.

        Dang.. I'd go plasma next if I were you... they behave much better than a big screen console...

        Janet Wolfman
          Janet Wolfman
        John sometimes I feel like that console tv plus I anthropomorphise objects and I'm sure the television has a spirit attached to it. I say goodbye to my objects
        but it's PROGRESS my friend. Things pass shit happens. Oh well, la de fucking da

        John Burroughs
          John Burroughs
        Thank you for your comments! Glad to know folks whose poetry I love like it.... I thought about making a puppet theatre out of it, Stacey - but that reminded me too much of prison. I was outrunning the new one, Chris. The console's been broken for about a month - but the new one was using it for a stand until we got a cable outlet put in above the mantle where the new one is now. Not sure I'm a magician, Tim - I'm probably more who-did-it than Houdini.

        Patty Morris
          Patty Morris
        Nice. John. Love the play words. Love your wit. Use it for firewood?

        John Burroughs
          John Burroughs
        Thanks! I may - it looks like it's gonna be a great night for a fire.

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      2. 6/29/2009 8:22 AM smith wrote:
        science study maybe 5 years ago found the rick of alzheimer's later on in life increases with each added hour of tv watched a day.

        still, i can see how folks need it use it to kill time so they don't have to think or talk to family.
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