the tv mumbles in the background
i think it has legs
i saw it eyeing the couch
with lustful static stare
calling on the frequency ferry
to give it some energy to move
creep around
mess up things even more
and why not?
it has just as much right
to be disengaged and clueless
about time and space
broadcasting pulses of light
into our membranes
for future generations to laugh
and play in darkness
bound by electrical plugs
wiring everything everywhere
channel knobs for turning
remote controlled laziness
24 hours a day
in every room
on every wall
in bathroom stalls
in shopping malls
flickering in delight
robbing our minds
without a conscious
planning new models
in high definition
plasma, flat panel, lcd
emitting signals
programmed by robots
in control rooms
with antennae
and fly-like eyes
controlling our dreams
piercing our senses
from broadcast towers
on every corner