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Poem and Images by Bernard Colan.
Goddam Static
I got it in my shoes
and in my hair:
I got static in my mashed potatoes.
It’s coming from my television set.
Coming from my black and white TV.
I’ve turned the damn thing off
…..and even pulled the plug
but it still keeps playing static.
Goddam static…
TV only plays one station
that show the same old scene
that keeps breathing all the static….
all the static
Goddam Static
The scene is this:
A prehistoric jungle
with the earth still smoking from its newness.
Quiet shreds of thick white mist
cluttering up the forest floor with slow movements.
The picture isn’t very clear
but the air is clear
and smells as freshly scrubbed as Sunday morning.
And in the clearing of the prehistoric forest
among the slowly curling vapors
i see you….rising slowly
unfolding yourself like a flower
face rubbed sleepily away, from the blanket of your hair.
Goddam static in my thoughts and in my writing….
Where’d you get the right to my TV Set?
After all, I tried to turn you off.
But you don’t care.
You keep on rising….
unfolding yourself like a flower
from the curling vapor….
creating a pleasant kind of uncertainty,
that I dreamed would never bother me.
This week AP contemplates marriage and the concept of fidelity. “Anyone who says they will never cheat on their spouse” sez AP “are most likely the biggest cheaters out there”
Our man AP loses his job at McDonald’s and finds himself knee deep in the foulest shit on Earth.
Philly loves to drink beer! So why does a certain unamerican beer company have to takeover our area code with its pretend craft beer? You’re not foolin’ anyone round here…
Wildwood
Long Beach Island
