Saturday, March 20, 2021

The Flickering Screen

 

Each day plays out

on a flickering screen

the same images

cycling 

the same characters and scenes

cycling 

and you can never change the channel.


Each day plays out

on a flickering screen

some of the scenes I want to fast-forward

some I want to pause

but there is no remote control

cycling


Each day plays out

on a flickering screen

the plot is negligible

and it’s obvious

the actors aren’t completely convinced by the script

cycling

and who the hell is the director anyway?


Each day plays out

on a flickering screen

some of the faces I tolerate

some of the faces

cycling

I am drawn to

but of course they get the least screen time.


Each day plays out

on a flickering screen 

and who’s to blame for this mess?

The actors?

cycling

The director?

Or the editor?

After all, what was left on the cutting room floor?

Too much? Not enough? Anything at all?


Each day plays out

on a flickering screen

and what if I’m to blame

for watching it?

cycling


Smash the screen

unplug it

throw the damn thing out the window

and come with me

yours is the only face I want to see

and we will go just you and I

When the sun is painting a purple sky,

Where waves are rolling on the shore,

With words to say and wine to pour,

And live like that forever more.

Why not?

why not?

you’re probably right


Each day plays out

on a flickering screen

cycling.


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