Retro--

 

 

   

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tomorrow I'll buy batteries...

 

 

 

 

 Across the open space, building to building 

a blue light flickers from an apartment

on the ground floor; the one with

the frost-bit pot of marigolds and

lawn furniture that's waiting to go

into hibernation for the winter

 

a commerical I'm sure is the

reason I'm reliving the late

70's. What do they call it

these days?

 

Retro -

 

ah yes,

retro - definination - been there

done that, doing that again

 

My question is why redo what's already

been done, and looking back

not retro-

if we loved it so much why did we

stop in the first place?

 

A ponderable I'm sure.

 

Anyway, back to the light

before the remote control

the only reason commercials were

not watched was a frig run or potty break

and if it was an hour long show you could

do both on the thirty. Oh the good old days.

 

Retro -

 

No couch spuds back when -retro- since our

nither regions had to leave the sofa to turn the channel

that was exercise for the masses now the only

body parts getting worked is our remote trigger-finger.

 

Oh well, the blue light has stilled once

the cruise around the digital wonder has once again

not retro - taken a break from traveling.

 

I pick-up my own remote;

across the way from the apartment

with the blue disco show

 

Retro -

 

the one thing that everyone that operates a television

remote fears, you know what I'm taking about, yes

it's happened to me, oh my, my batteries have died.

 

No flashing blue coming from 176; I'll either have to

watch the same channel all night or exercise by

getting up to change the channel.

 

My decision's been made, I think HGTV is a dead battery

channel, yep HGTV, no getting up for me. 

Reviews

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

Very nice piece

[Wildecat]

Ahhh the remote, my favorite button is definitely the mute button. Loved this poem. Oh and I used to live in Gap Mills, West Virginia and have been to Beckley many times ( Small World() Nice write.