I was rushing once
Getting old
When the morning news
Interrupted

And they called me home
Over speakers
To never look back
On that bliss –

How youth seemed dull
Before long
Since days spent then
Weren’t tainted

Or perpetually wrong
Reading headlines
How our childhood crush
Isn’t there

Anymore
Like towers erased
Or another bad dream
Over decades

Since dismissed from school
That September
As a grown up
Losing all faith.

Sometime soon
Wouldn’t come
While waiting again
For my program

Finding channels locked
Behind feelings
Where commercials
Hid better lives –

Catching memories
Heard being passed
Knowing innocence
Seemed so impatient

Yet corrupted
Facing disaster
Watching analog
Going off-air.

Even characters
Loved but deceased
Define what sun
Keeps believing

By existing
Only in TV
Rising slowly
During your sleep.

• J. Pigno