Matthew

We forget

most of the time

that when we watch TV

especially the news

No one is looking 

directly at us.

No one is making direct eye contact.

That is nothing more than an illusion.

A parlor trick of electrical intimacy.

All the newscasters see are

bright white lights

the kind that interrogators use

to wear people down

and a blinking red camera light 

which navigates them

towards the general direction of 

wherever the beam of light 

falls on you.

To them, you are nothing more

nothing less than

the teeming masses

yearning to be free to watch.

The people who populate sitcoms

are like the ghosts in evening clothes

who cut 78s

in the 1920s  

when jazz flew like martini-soaked doves

from the basement of Smokey Club Nowhere

that somehow managed to touch your heart 

90 years later.

Sitcom characters are 

the product of pure invention with a drizzle of whimsy

who are no more real 

than that man

or woman 

who turned and smiled at you

at the traffic light 

right before 

they drove off into the

way beyond you

before you could say

I love you.

Matthew Perry 

was not your friend

He was not even Chandler

Chandler was the alchemy

created by writers

who live in the shadows

of a poorly lit room

who create mythology

and pass it off 

as possibility.

Chandler was armed 

by them

for a make-believe war 

that in the real world

no one can win.

But for 30 minutes 

21 if you count the commercials 

Chandler empowered you

Like a hipster, know-it-all-Jesus 

who wrote the book 

on how to take on the world 

with sugar-coated ridicule 

We all knew that the essence of

Chandler was pure sweetness

that he was desperate

to be loved

But so were we all

And so are we still.

We haven't lost Matthew.

We lost Chandler

who would have swooped in at the very last minute

and saved himself 

like a quipping Spider-Man

Or a guest at the table in Dinner at 8.

Instead

Chandler 

just like you and I

watched Matthew

fade out

the way too many Hollywood actors do

when their bodies can no longer

take on the responsibility 

the pain 

or the 

power 

That you wish they had.

Comments

  1. This touched me deeply. As a former intern at a tv show, I got to see a glimpse inside the belly of the beast. Decades later, i'm still glad I said no.💔

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