was
more than made up for on the screen,
those
bright mornings we lay sprawled beneath its beam
once
upon a living room rug.
That
game of follow the leader always had us spinning
in
its splitting spell for a thousand summer hours,
bound
up by the ears in a million commercial jingles
once
we’d had our drug.
They
say that glow box made us "slow"
but
the ADD sure gave me get up and go!
It
taught me trippy and brought my brain sticky to its sex
when
I was slouching like a slug.
It
taught me rad, made good look bad, and jokes were had
at
mom and dad, the birds and bees, B's and G's,
the
toys for each who flirts or hurts or rules or drools—
and
no one pulled the plug.
--Poems from the Sprawl
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