Reality TV

by zoe stephens   Jul 7, 2007


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

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

Thursday
they will find him
pill bottle in one hand,
whisky bottle in another.

They call it misadventure,
I call it Reality TV.

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