JUMBOTRON HUMANITY COCKROACH POEM

JUMBOTRON HUMANITY COCKROACH POEM

By Chris King

Once upon a time there was
a man, his beer, a ballgame, and a cockroach.
The man, so simply himself,
so fully inhabited in his ballcap,
his bleacher stadium seat.
This man owned the sun on this day on his face.
Slept. Cockroach climbed in his beer.

Was no press conference for cockroach climbing
into beer, but not back out,
nor zoom in on man resplendent after nap
in sold-out game of himself,
gulping down sun-warmed remnant of beer, the roach
slipping down open gullet,
we guessed, watching the man from our bleacher seats.
Blissfully self unobserved
vanished without us knowing, like that cockroach.
Jumbotron humanity
now watching self watch self do nothing on screen.

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Photo borrowed from the Flickr of Raikyn. I have no commercial rights to it.