after the pain, comes the high

 

late night tv 

all over the couch munching snacks of time-

and the baldhead making slapping sounds out of their 

slapstick comedy

late at night- saturday

bringing the war inside the house 

of my chinnny chin chin

father's movie collection

breaking the yawns of respite-

a laugh queue from the fake audience in this Friday night television show 

erupts 

while my disgruntled dog fakes a scratch

how do we do on a night like this?

when all of the things I see

ransack my head continuously

and they just stay there

like gnats 

for a second thought-

they were or were not real

nostalgia is a funny thing