Signals
It is interesting how TV commercials,
are now more vacuous, more entertaining,
more unconvicting, more annoying than ever,
yet
he was often in-the-thrall of
their invasive noise
it was a background,
mid-ground,
and foreground,
unintelligible babble,
but
when he turned off the plasma visions
he realized
that they were a tonal band-aid
over his own mind-chatter;
now his self-talk had to turn up its volume
to compensate
for the dead-air space
that would rushes inward
to fill the sudden void.
He had to retreat into that place he was
before
he switched off the screen.
Most of the shows and news programs
were still pointless inane gaps
between the hard sell,
but
something like an elephants ear
spun around in his brain
picking up extra celestial signals
from this alien world
which strangely enough
comforted him.
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