Daytime Television

A man sat in his living room listening to a television

Days linked in a chain of government checks in the mailbox

Yelping at how awful it is that he cannot see the picture

The sounds of talk show audiences berating topics of the hour

Hosts lampooning government officials

Reality shows of people who sounded awful, but must be beautiful

To attain satellite status about clubbing, swamp-living, or to participate in eviction voting

Tattoos, pageants, dancing, dating, and cooking

Domesticated living had become theater of the take-order sofa squadrons

If only vision were not traded for these years of bitter cantankerous indigestion

Answering the door to retrieve the post when the ding hit the metal box

If only electronic mail speech recognition could get through to a CBS affiliate to express his ire

Phone calls and grass mowing rotating on spindles of sleep

Lakes of cookie batches dunked in lactose tubs

Coffee beans and cardboard pizza assembled into a line of sustenance

Traded for the obsession of what Miley Cyrus and Justin Bieber must look like

The Mona Lisa sits in France

Too large a hat rests over a forehead

And a man would rather be blind

Than raise the brim