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Ted Knight stares at me
Through the late night TV flicker
His hair is white and bright
It hurts my eyes in the darkness
I am sad to see him on the screen
He exists in some alternate universe
The 1970’s that did not exist
But he no longer exists here
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Norman Fell stares back on another channel
He is having trouble
With those cohabiting youths again
His career has not yet faded from one bad choice
At the same time
John Ritter’s face is young
His heart is still strong
This will be the greatest moment for both of them
Their faces show they do not know this fact
I do not know what the moments that flash through the
Viewfinder of my life mean
It is unclear until long after the point
And then it is fogged by judgments of episodes
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Andy Kaufman is on
Wild, crazed, and manic
Diamond in the rough never cut to a beautiful gem
His pain on display for posterity
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McLean Stevenson is
Forever dying on a plane
Shown endlessly
Once dead in life
Doomed to repeat forever
Across the mindscape they are thrown
Living in a syndicated trans-cosmic-loop
They know nothing of the present
It does not exist
The past doesn’t either
It is
Only an alternative reproduction
Dead sitcoms stars cluttering the psyche
Adrift and floating like out of orbit meteors
Digitally represented
Haunting and false
Gene G. McLaughlin 2020
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