Reality TV

by Zoe Stephens   Feb 20, 2006


Today
the television in his mind
plays an off-greyish picture,
the sound's muffled.

Tomorrow
the television in his mind
will be blank,
silent.

Thursday
they will find him
pill bottle in one hand,
whiskey bottle in the other.

They call it misadventure,
I call it Reality TV.

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