

This TV SetTrashed, wet, strung out, On the ground, They see what has happened to me, And they're ready to let me go, The televisions and cables on my head, Tell of a time when I made many mistakes, A lollipop in a child's mouth, A decision that made them falter, A crime without motive, it hurts me, Fusion contained in my head, This TV set, I have lost, I have sold my childhood for feelings, Memories that are fake, Memories that exist to someone else, All the people fade to gray, And turn to white canvas, And forgery plays its hand, Love turns into a woThis TV Set


This TV Set: Analog v. DigitalThe TV is off, the static down The white noise obliterated The high frequencies grounded In this order, I am commanded, To play this role In a movie that’s titled for me Written for me, produced for me Yet not about me The clear and the unclear The analog, the digital Suppressed in my movie Burned into me Caressed by my heart Stone engraved with diamond I am at the wishing well Pouring my soul over eternity Until I cry and choke The final words caught in my throat Fearing the worst The pen controls my mind Finding order outThis TV Set: Analog v. Digital
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