The First Tv
The first TV was small, red, and Russian.
The first TV was a brown coffin with a small eye.
The first TV was institutionalized
it lived behind bars, it was white and black
and always mad about its watchers.
The first Tv made whole families kneel before it,
our ears pinned to its tin-can speaker.
The first TV was creamy and plastic
it had a helicopter heart. The first TV
had an alien child. it was party-colored and round
like a bubblecar in a spacesuit.
Now we are men, and even females
can flip a hundred channels with one narrow wrist.
Yet the windows are locked,
and doors are buttons for beer guts,
keyboards cloned,
fingers and thumbs drugged and droned,
in a Japanese dream.
The first TV hangs around our necks;
a fish-eyed tank in the dead center
of our echoing minds,
its inward probing eye
waiting for all of us to be the first
to crawl into it.
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