FebPoWriMo 19

Images flickering 
On the wall
Of childhood’s cave

Never before seen
In context at the time
Somehow still

Artifactual captured
In remastered sound
And grainy vision

Jump cuts and jokes
Overlooked or outright
Awkward laughter

How many hours
Spent remembering
Half watching the same

Losing all referent
Just existing one moment
And the next

Three decades or more
Static bouncing
Off the satellites

Sustaining circulation
Delayed punchline
Wocka wocka wocka