“SCRAMBLED”

I used to kneel
close to the wood
of our Zenith TV
cabinet;
my fingers ready
to flip the channel.
Women moaned; their
bodies bent and blurred
in undulating bands.
Staring at the scramble
was close as
I could come
to naked women, waiting
for the miracle second
that those
tits and thighs
aligned
with gasps and sighs.

Kids,
these days,
don't know
how hard it was
back in the day
of
scrambled porno.

narrative poem written on 03-09-2014 by: on mattkane.com
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