NOTHING LIKE THE LIVE TV
(max headroom)
If I have lived a few other lives, they all disappeared
from view - not even re-runs will bring me an
audience now. There are wavy lines peppering the
screen, and a jackhammer sound interrupting my
voice. I feel like that guy that used to be always on -
but I've already forgotten his name. Max something.
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We planted a lawn over the Derbyshire fields;
where poppies once grew is now grass. Where once
a cemetery's hallowed ground, now stands a white
playroom for kids. Mothers stand aside, watching.
A crazy watchman with keys is turning in circles
while children are laughing as he passes them by.
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Interference and no antenna; rabbit ears and a snowy screen.
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