Tag: streaming

• Season 2

  

  They’ve renewed your  

  favourite show for a 

  second season and you’re 

  super excited, scouring  

  the internet for theories 

  on who the puppet master  

  is, or if Jack will turn heel.  

  Will the werewolves attack  

  or will the time-travelling  

  merchants buy them off  

  with promises of brilliant 

  futures in alien worlds?  

  You’re a hypomanic mess,  

  unable to hold it in, 

  you post your review on FB,  

  a stanza written in feverish,  

  furious prose about how the show 

  transcends its supernatural  

  elements and portrays the  

  class struggle enveloped by  

  the hands of free-will 

  and determinism. 

  You’ll never know what  

  happens next, you conclude  

  and wait and hope for a comment 

  from a fellow-fan, another believer  

  on his knees, bringing his  

  tribute of milk and honey,  

  but someone else chimes in. 

  They shouldn’t have renewed it,  

  it would have served 

  well as a miniseries,  

  they say, and that plagues your mind.  

  So, to distract  

  yourself, you read the comics,  

  play cricket and go for walks, 

  you tune into some reality junk  

  and bit by bit, their opinion 

  and your solid recollection of 

  season 1 fades, the vampires  

  turning into blurry stone gargoyles,  

  the abject poverty 

  replaced by the middle class  

  neighbourhood you live in,  

  the aliens going back to their  

  planets, and time, linear,  

  inching forward and dragging  

  you with it.  

  Photo by Erik Mclean on Unsplash

  January 17, 2023

  creative writing, life, poetry, streaming, television

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