I do not want to watch TV anymore.
Its boring variety of thousand colors, and as many noises
Exhausted its own novelty long before the hand reached for the remote control.
I am vegetating. I say to myself strolling through the rubber buttons.
I am vegetating. I say laying on the couch
I am vegetating.
When I hear myself say that again
I lose myself on the wall
Opposite the glassy fish eye.
3/25/97 Oscars
Tuesday, March 25, 1997
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