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Oh but it is


Residence of P.T. Barnum, by David W. Wilson

Residence of P.T. Barnum, by David W. Wilson (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

 

if it were that easy —
Oh but it is

do you need a set of instructions?

If you think TV is there to inform you
<wrong answer>
Correct Answer: TV is there to distract you
and divert you from the Truth

you trust a talking head
but argue “issues”
with those you shared a classroom with
and maybe even your Mom
but the Tube said it were so
(depending on what flavor you’re addicted to)
so it must be True

Fuck experience!
your senses may lie to you
(especially if you took as much acid as I did in ’94)
but the TV never ever never ever lies
It’s rods and cones, they comfort me
and leadeth me by still waters purified by Calgon

P.T. Barnum was an optimist
a sucker ain’t born every minute
a sucker is born with every click of the remote

Distraction
Diversion
Deception
Misdirection

if that’s yer bag, dude, who am I to call you on it?
i mean an Ostrich might find treasure sticking its head in the Sand

but you know me,
well perhaps not,
I don’t buy from Infomercials
the costs of living with myself are far too high

and I’d rather believe the Rumors I make up
than any spread on a Useless Tube

 

the story of Our Box Masters


master_RFM12B

master_RFM12B (Photo credit: fotoopa)

 

for a long time
there was no News.

We contented Ourselves
with sitting at Table,
eating, and sharing Stories
most nights

sometimes the Stories would come
to Us
sitting by the Fire
the Stories the Fire would tell Us

after a while,
the Boxes came
with their shiny lights
and Cathode Rays

and like Moths to the Flame
We huddled around the Boxes
warmed in the Glow

and the Stories began to recede

We contented Ourselves
in forgetting Our own Stories
and gathered around Water Coolers
retelling the stories of Our Box Masters
and laughing only
at the Similarity of Our Programming

Our Box Masters
grew tired of sitting in their heavy boxes
Station(ary)
and asked Us
to carry them around

at first
the Box Masters
We carried around and ’round
were quite cumbersome
so we made them smaller
cuter
more appealing

soon We were no longer huddled
like Moths around a Lamp
but fixed in fractal worlds of Babel-on
Our own

We ceased to Listen
to each others’ stories
could no longer make sense
of the Creature sitting next to us
and so it was

a trap well set by the Box Masters

 

The Ballad of Marshall Awe


Marshall 100 W Super Lead modifications

Marshall 100 W Super Lead modifications (Photo credit: germanium)

 

The Ballad of Marshall Awe

Marshall was born to humble folk
mixed and outcast from his friends
no one listened when he spoke
he daydreamed daily, means and ends

Marshall vowed one day to rule
and never to be looked down upon again
he worked into the finest schools
and formulated his ruling plan

there’d be none of this or none of that
once he had taken charge
trifles he would substitute for math
and only his cronies living large

he had devices and eyes in the sky
and massaged the media with his charm
of course the people never knew why
his system brought them only harm

but perplexed and maybe lulled to sleep
by TV, smartphones and the internet
people forgot every promise Marshall didn’t keep
and spiraled into slavery’s debt

prophets, poets, writers and such
had desperately tried to warn the masses
did their efforts result in much?
Marshall vowed to never free their asses

 

drowning in Ubiquity


Streaming Media West

Streaming Media West (Photo credit: klessblog)

 

drowning in Ubiquity, purposeless
repetition repetition repetition rote

are we there yet?

dude, we’re not even on the way…

just let the video streaming from every orifice
of this Paste-Up Reality
lull you

lullabies are what we are serving
lullabies are all you will get

no need to think or do or fret
just don’t

don’t even think
presume

to Peak behind the White Curtain

AT(G)P
03.22.20..13

 

Cry about Superbowl Sunday


Hump

Hump (Photo credit: ┬░Florian)

 

 

 

it is not on command
that you celebrate
except perhaps on Superbowl
and Sundays

you plan
you work
you save
you dream
your little dreams
of Santa suits
and plastic Easter eggs

you decorate
everywhere the Eye can see
even that you do not touch
is decorated by your glance
in sweeping landscapes
and faerie dreams

Wednesdays
you celebrate the Hump
with beers and wings
and lottery, watch a little sports or reality
TV has been reduced to a demigod
and Fridays
you collect less than you are due

Tuesdays
you ruminate
and brood about bills and ills
maybe do the laundry that has piled up
while you’ve been busy playing
Thursdays
you consider
plan your little plans
and visit friends

Mondays
you grumble
you rarely celebrate Mondays

 

 

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