It's Still Life

There’s this painting by Piet Mondrain, reminds me of PacMan. Makes my think the whole image should move in robotic jerks and jolts. Sounds effects, too. Tic.Tic.Tic.Tic. Inching left, right, up, down. Tic.Tic.Tic.Tic. Or maybe more like Space Invaders. I played that on a tiny black & white telly at my cousin’s house. He had an Atari. I had a chessboard and a jump rope. Or maybe it reminds me of a TV test pattern. Dad was always tinkering with our telly. He was more interested in what was behind the screen than what was showing upfront. All those bulbs that went white hot and glowed, and Dad always had a soldering gun in his hand and an oscilloscope. My cousin’s dad usually had a golf club in his hand. Video games never piqued my interest. I’d rather lose myself in a cookbook.

Skipping rope
White-washed picket fence
Screen door slams

written for dVerse Poets ©️ Misky 2020