(20 minute poetry)


Next episode
take with a pinch of salt,
down the longest road
I am
what I feared to become
a serial man,

when the Sun shines on me
everything comes easily.

but this is a long running soap opera
what are the options?
switch stations?
easier said than done
some if not all of me
and usually though not exclusively
find answers in episode three.

He
pulls his hat down and over his eyes
suprise
I can still see you,
after all
we're not children anymore
there is no magic
life is underground
and
in episode six
we find life's a bore.

I'm waiting for the sequel like
I wait for a number nine bus
and they think they're fooling us
but
I can outlast them
and prerecorded on cassette tape
I wait for the moment
forever.