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Eyeball Television He sits crouched in a hole covered with slats of bamboo, recalling hundreds of faces from / Love Lucy, Dmgnet, I Spy, & The Ed Sullivan Show. A pinhole of light tells when day comes. Sound reaches him like honeybees trapped in a boy's Coke bottle. When he can't stop laughing at Roadrunner on Channel 6 the sharp pain goes away. Holding the world in focus in his solitary cell, he sees Spike Jones' one-man band explode. Two minutes later Marilyn Monroe is nude on a round white sofa that dissolves into a cloud. Shaking his head to get her pose right again, he finds himself pushing vertical & horizontal hold buttons, but only Liberace's piano eases into the disconnected landscape. He hears deliberate, heavy footsteps of the guards coming for him. The picture fades into the sound of urine dripping on his forehead, as he tries to read the lips of Walter Cronkite. 39 ...

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