10-05-2011, 09:06 AM
Life could never work like this: every boy and girl a wit,
deflating any tension with a needle-like aside,
as the daughter's new boyfriend is thrown out by her dad.
But even more perplexing is how this unreality,
windows reflecting the studio lights, can be the ultimate comfort.
You know the cameras touch the edge of the carpets and lino,
formaldehyde preserving each mannerism, facial tic,
spectral laughter blundering like soldiers through a native camp.
But this can be forgiven if the phoniness is comforting,
floral womb enveloping the static multitudes. APPLAUSE.
deflating any tension with a needle-like aside,
as the daughter's new boyfriend is thrown out by her dad.
But even more perplexing is how this unreality,
windows reflecting the studio lights, can be the ultimate comfort.
You know the cameras touch the edge of the carpets and lino,
formaldehyde preserving each mannerism, facial tic,
spectral laughter blundering like soldiers through a native camp.
But this can be forgiven if the phoniness is comforting,
floral womb enveloping the static multitudes. APPLAUSE.
"We believe that we invent symbols. The truth is that they invent us; we are their creatures, shaped by their hard, defining edges." - Gene Wolfe