Syndicated Emotions
Go ahead:
Laugh laugh laugh.
It's all so funny.
Doesn't it remind you of home?
Doesn't it remind you of that one time?
It was like
Yeah, it was like
A similar something
I don't remember,
But I'm sure mom and pop have done things like that before.
Man, it's amazing how they replicate my life,
But, oh, wow, it's so much more engrossing.
More than likely well-written.
So I just:
Clap clap clap,
Opening a can of applause
For them to fork out onto my proverbial plate
Of the senses.
It's such a good time.
Remembering.
Thinking fondly.
Reminiscing back on all those
Syndicated emotions.
I'm glowing to see the box glowing.
All this glowing keeps me warm
And helps me to sleep at night.
It's my fucking night light.
It makes me:
Smile smile smile.
I'm so happy right now
To tune in and let the world tune out.
I watch the narrative arc
Lattice over the lucid plain
Of my loosely-based reality.
It's all an adaptation
Of what should be,
Of what could be,
God damn, it's what we would be—
A show,
A fiction,
That which is not.
My God, how I wish it was!
I wish I was scripted.
I wish I had the punch-lines
To bruise the guts
Of the breathless and hysteric people
As they are pummeled by bouts
Of explosive laughter.
Go ahead:
Laugh laugh laugh.
I'm sure it will
Keep you from crying.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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