Blue Glow
By johnqpublic
Raised in the blue glow...I was seven before I realizedI did not live on Sesame Streetthat the men of Five-O were not thereto protect me from evildoers(and anyway, my neighborhood did not look like theirs)and that every family was not the Brady Bunch& didn't have palm trees in their yard(when I chanced to look out a windowI felt so strangethat the grimy northern city I sawwas somehow, real)Today I am a manall my news and views emanate from the blue glowI know the Taliban better than I know my neighbors& I think Brokaw is a god& I hope that cute young doctor on ERwill heal me when I'm when I'm hurtI don't look out windows anymoreI don't know if there is a sterile suburbor teeming ghetto out therethe blue glow sustains meit is a womb for me,protecting meSomewhere, there is a realitywhere blood is wet and stickyand the murdered stay deadwhere tears flow freelywith no Oprah to console the sufferingwhere all the sweat and grit of livingare not washed away at the next commercial breaksomewhere there is silenceThere is a world beyond the blue glowI believe in it like I believe in GodBut I don't need to fear it;I can retreat foreverinto my blue cocoonand never venture into a worldwhere life and death are painfully real. Written November 27th, 2001 © on Nov 27 2001 09:56 AM PST 0 • 10
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"Raised in the blue glow...I was seven before I realizedI did not live on Sesame Streetthat the men of Five-O were not thereto protect me from evildoers(and anyway, my neighborhood did not look like theirs)and that every family was not the Brady Bunch& didn't have palm trees in their yard(when I chanced to look out a windowI felt so strangethat the grimy northern city I sawwas somehow, real)Today I am a manall my news and views emanate from the blue glowI know the Taliban better than I know my neighbors& I think Brokaw is a god& I hope that cute young doctor on ERwill heal me when I'm when I'm hurtI don't look out windows anymoreI don't know if there is a sterile suburbor teeming ghetto out therethe blue glow sustains meit is a womb for me,protecting meSomewhere, there is a realitywhere blood is wet and stickyand the murdered stay deadwhere tears flow freelywith no Oprah to console the sufferingwhere all the sweat and grit of livingare not washed away at the next commercial breaksomewhere there is silenceThere is a world beyond the blue glowI believe in it like I believe in GodBut I don't need to fear it;I can retreat foreverinto my blue cocoonand never venture into a worldwhere life and death are painfully real...."