Change the Channel
Reality show day dreams cut into the center mass
of your active scenarios; jerking bent mouthed surprise
from the spout of insignificance.
There is no beauty, no justifiable pursuit.
Just weak thoughts portrayed by blind portraits,
they all mumble the same verbage,
scrawled by the tattered mass.
Broken Tv stands,
tilt in the heart of mediocrity,
held by the shaky hands of
red eyed futility refusing to
b l i n k.
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.
Copyright © James Kelley | Year Posted 2014
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