ONE MINUTE past 12 AM-
Puttering as the third episode of a 24 hour TWILIGHT ZONE marathon
unreels in my background…
You unlock this door with the key of imagination.
ONE MINUTE past 1 AM-
Even Johnny Carson is put to bed
but not me.
For me, the all night movies have just begun…
ONE MINUTE past 2 AM-
It’s a choice between Victor Mature and Katheryn Hepburn-
romance or war?
Naw. Back to a dimension of sound,
a dimension of sight,
a dimension of mind…
ONE MINUTE past 3 AM-
Ronald Regan looks just as ridiculous on horseback
as he does behind a podium
The ZONE draws me back in.
moving into a land of both shadow and substance,
of things and ideas…
ONE MINUTE past 4 AM-
Still writing- too much momentum to stop.
Looks like I’m writing a letter I’ll never mail
to a lost love I’ve lost track of.
Too late to sleep now anyway,
I turn my attention to the mesmerizing voice of Rod Serling…
ONE MINUTE past 5 AM-
Waiting for the sunrise,
I didn’t make it
dozing on the sofa…
ONE MINUTE past 6 AM-
Jarred awake by clanging garbage cans
drifting roughly back into sleep…
ONE MINUTE past 7 AM-
Dreams of peace
and peace disturbed,
all flow into:
ONE MINUTE past 8 AM-
Drifting in and out of consciousness…
ONE MINUTE past 9 AM-
Off the deep end now,
I am immersed in thick sleep, oblivious…
ONE MINUTE past 10 AM-
The telephone rings.
I groggily answer-
the message, promptly forgotten…
ONE MINUTE past 11 AM-
Up for real, I guess-
dingy white long-johns against ugly orange couch.
Strong coffee spilled on The L.A. TIMES…
IT’S 12:01 PM now.
Just past NOON.
Time to dress and tune back in
to the first TWILIGHT ZONE of the day,
moving into a fifth dimension
beyond that which is known to man…
ONE past 1 PM-
Breakfast for lunch,
maybe I’ll have lunch for dinner,
in a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity…
ONE past 2 PM-
Ah- finally fully awake
and able to concentrate…
ONE past 3 PM-
Screw it. I give up on concentrating,
allowing my mind to wander
into the middle ground between light and shadow…
ONE past 4 PM-
phone calls call me,
I read… Drift…
ONE past 5 PM-
Friends drop by,
enter THE TWILIGHT ZONE with me,
share a moment, depart…
ONE past 6 PM-
Getting hungry again,
I rummage through the kitchen,
nosh, and begin to clean a cockeyed house…
ONE past 7 PM-
Night begins to fall.
The family gathers,
while in the periphery:
a mirror shatters
a disembodied eyeball winks…
ONE past 8 PM-
All plans for the evening fall through
and I find myself somewhere between science and superstition
between the pit of man’s fears
and the summit of his knowledge…
ONE past 9 PM-
The day is wearing thin.
That familiar theme of mystery plays again…
ONE past 10 PM-
My pen scribbles.
the drama unfolds.
I watch the clock in weary anticipation of:
ONE past 11 PM-
Time for local news and another episode
in the dimension of imagination…
ONE MINUTE past 12 MIDNIGHT…
and I’ve just crossed over into
THE TWILIGHT ZONE.
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