Enjoyed this,Cayn and the concept of the 'microwave man'.Good message;and fun to try to conjure up the terrible image of this person who's begun to neglect life.

I haven't changed any of the words (except one), just taken most of them out and done an Ezra Pound (that is, got rid of all the words that only exist because "it's a poem" or that say the same thing twice, or are cliches that don't add anything). It might be slightly too drastic, but it makes a poem out of a verse.


Microwave Man

he's going home
To where the heart is alone
Among frozen food packaging, abandoned video cases
family photographs with practiced smiles

His cooker abandoned,
he opens another ready meal
Plastic covering for plastic food,
Two minutes of his life tick away

The tv flashes the lifestyle once his
special value lager; life come to this
The cat better fed than him
But he'd rather pierce a film than look at a tin

The microwave pings, on time
the cooking program starts
He thinks about tomorrow, knows he has nothing to dread
Same journey as he goes up to bed.

Ezra Pound and Readers' Digest were the same person.

Hi Steven, Cayn... I have also had a fiddle around. Quite liked Stevens cut backs. I have made a few small changes. The poem has changed radically now but an interesting exercise none the less.


Microwave Man

he's going home, home
is where the heart is alone.
Among frozen food packaging,
abandoned video cases,
family photographs
with practiced smiles

His cooker abandoned,
he opens another ready meal
Plastic covering for plastic food,
Two minutes of his life tick away

The TV flashes his lifestyle.
His special value lager life
has finally come to this.
The cat better fed than him.
But he'd rather pierce a
film than look at a tin.

The microwave pings on time,
the cooking program starts.
He thinks about tomorrow,
knows he’s nothing to dread.
Same uninspiring journey
as he goes up to bed.