Thursday, June 10, 2010

Television Withdrawl

Let the pixels refract
through my cornea,
each little ray of light
to bounce throughout

my skull and brain,
this idle mind a porous
haven for a slingshot narrative,
a few laughs, or quiet captivation.

How I want it! How it teases me!
This universe, castrated,
factory-farmed, flash-frozen,
prepackaged, and reheated,

served in sectioned-off plastic,
a compartmentalized story,
a soft mush, easy to swallow;
its silence calls to me.

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