Saturday morning

when I was five and free
I had one of those
cheap metal TV trays
emblazoned with
full-color Transformers
and I sat with it,
cereal bowl brimming
and television hypnosis
on hazy Saturday morning memories
to pictures flickering
with each milky mouthful
lasers blazing, explosions
accompanied by crunching
my Captain Crunch or
just some Frosted Flakes