Recently Written 01/21/08 - (1)
A Galaxy Far, Far Away For me, at least, Sunday turned out not to be a day of rest (My sofa and TV were my swivel chair and desktop PC) —
Seven and a half nonstop hours Of huddles and plays, commentary and commercials, My fidgeting, twitching, from such sedentary labor
(Thank the great gods Innovation and Technology, For my office mouse's in-home surrogate: the remote, With its well-worn mute-button ad-eradicator),
As I languished, absorbing epic, immortal history, Witnessing the two best teams from each conference Pitch their heroic battles for the championships.
In the AFC clash, quarterback Captain America Broadsided his counterpart, Captain Ahab, And his peg-leg crew from the SS Wildcard;
In the NFC melee, Darth Peyton's evil twin Barely annihilated a long-in-the-tooth Luke Skywalker, With a third-Tyne's-a-charm field goal.
Waking into this civil-rights holiday Seems surprisingly unfraught with the usual rigors Of ripping away Monday a.m.'s cobweb doldrums.
Driving to my strip-mall pay-day-loan satellite, I feel a distant, yet all too visceral, quivering Located between my bowels and cerebellum —
Call it a vague anxiety, a dull agitation, Not so much ominous or sinister as exciting, Knowing that, two weeks from yesterday,
I'll pull another Sunday shift, At my den's entertainment-center headquarters, Hoping Captain America explodes the Giant Death Star,
Making the galaxy perfect and orderly, So that when I return to my desperate clientele, I might even feel congenial, humane.
01/21/08 - (1)
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