Because I’ve been stop-and-go on two separate posts and I had this fragment sitting around in my journal and I needed to get something up there to let ‘em know I’m still alive and thinking useless thoughts.
I get up on Saturday mornings
the sun blazing through the bathroom window
bathing toilet and sink in glory
and I wonder what cartoon would be on right now
in 1968
The best stuff came on earliest
the old, weird stuff, the dark and violent
sci-fi shows with puppets from England
getting shot or set on fire
these mysteries shouted to life
right after the farm report
wrapped at seven
the excitement peaked with the newest
and most popular stuff
in the nine and ten o’clock hours
then slid slowly downhill around lunch
at one o’clock the trippy Lone Ranger cartoon
came on and at one-thirty it was over
and there was nothing to do
but go outside
of which I remember next to nothing
sunlight, pinecones, pinestraw
other children
come to think of it Saturday
was like any other day inasmuch as
it was something I endured until dinner
Sometimes I wonder what kids today
do that makes this day off from school special
but don't get me wrong
for all my warm fuzzies
this old man’s mind can still grasp
the fact they’re missing
nothing.
Nah, I’m not even including this in my book. No one knows what I’m talking about here anyway and it’s just as well. Still, Copyright © Lawrence Roy Aiken, in case it matters.
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