It may be
true that I have never seen the whole film
Not straight
through
But I’ve
watched it dozens of times
When I was
very young
I guess I
should have been watching Looney Tunes
But back
then cartoons ended by 10:30am
And
sometimes friends had to leave in the afternoon
And I was
stuck in front of the TV
Spinning the
dial
First
through the VHF
Then down to
the UHF dial
Slowly
clicking through the static
Hoping to
catch a rogue cartoon
To fill up
the doldrums
Until friends
were allowed back out
It seemed I
could always count on that movie
To be
playing every Saturday afternoon
The one
where the guy gets chased
All over the
desert
By the semi-truck
And no one
says anything
No explanation
Never figure
out why
And I always
somehow came in at the end
The nervous
moments
Heading towards
the cliff
The guy in
the car gets away
The semi
goes over the edge
In a
spectacular cacophony
A sigh of
relief
As a hat rolls
by
Blown by the
arid winds
Another
tumbleweed in the collection
The credits
roll
Still no
answers
Always I sat
there transfixed
Getting a
little weirder
Wondering
what I just watched
Wondering
why I keep watching
Hoping to
catch it again
Next Saturday
In the dull
afternoon
The only
thing on
When the
cartoons and the friends
Leave me to
duel with the TV dials
Searching for
meaning
Aimless as a
tumbleweed
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