An Autobiographical Poem

Small wonder Ed is out of sorts. He's sick.
He sniffles and he coughs, and moans,
Both because he is sick, and because
He is on his couch, and forced to watch
The damned TV, on which, he's learned,
On afternoons, the most egregious
"Entertainments" worm into his fevered
Brain to gnaw him into normalcy. Oh, look,
A group of women cluck about what
Some poor starlet wore. A man will buy
Unwanted gold. A beer's a guarantee of
Sex, and cartoon creatures crush each
Other under stones. See how they splat,
And antiseptic adolescents, clearly not
Intended to be subjects of his fantasies,
Go back and forth through gleaming
Kitchens, cracking jokes and squabbling
To laughter summoned from machines.
His clicker's fallen out of reach, so Ed
Is trapped. He cannot sleep. He coughs
Again and dabs his nose, profoundly
Out of sorts.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-12-08 at 15:22

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