click.

Television is the gateway to hell
and we are all of us hopeless
to quell its throngs while it blithely
holds membership drives hourly.
Makes empty promises via cathode rays
spreads candied viruses of apathy, greed, destruction

click.

And
I am diseased.
burgeoned polyps appear harmless until
they break and pus on yellowed skin.
Earth shatters over again like a Ronco infomercial
veins grow black, their pace slowed
as molasses death runs deeper
Thump. Thump.
Inside me.

click.

Clandestine armour bubbles, fizzes as
acid tongues spew vomitous words through ten inch woofers.
Vocal chords atrophy until
the mind pinches the fuse.

click.

it is merely a hiatus; rather should be

Claim the incessant thrall of civility
for the Queen of Spain
scream like an ice cream truck as it careens toward a murder of crows

click.

Maiden Mother, I plead for you
supplicate to your undead wisehood
inundated with megalomaniacs marching melodiously.
Mince meat Matriarchy mellows my
marauded methodology

click.

And
I
Pray
to high definition gods
from my TV tray altar
sacrifice the Hungryman(tm)
burn TV Guide incense

Bow to the remote control
Bow to the remote control



click.

click. by Michael W. Hyde is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 3.0 United States License.