From a Motel Out by the Highway

The TV is on. We are not watching,
But murmured fragments of news
And commercials reach us inside
Of this darkened room, desperation
The theme of the day. A man shouts,
Don't be denied. Buy a car. A woman
Is purring ecstatically, having just eaten
A chocolate treat, and, somewhere,
Some leaders are meeting. They're
Going to "wrestle with issues."
Claudia sighs. We have wrestled
Ourselves, and, neither denied, we were
Close to ecstatic. Now, nearly asleep,
I reach up, and the TV is off.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-02-15 at 15:26

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