Channel surfing

 

“There ain’t no such thing,”

I heard someone say once

When broaching the matter

Of heart ache

Only to realize

That it was myself speaking

And the years – cruel years

Hard but noble teachers

Showing me the error of my ways,

Handing me the means

By which to discover

A change of mind.

 

Click!

 

An idea

Which was once alien to me

 

Click!

Strangely

I feel no difference

 

Click!

 

Weary fingers clutch

My heart

Strangling it

From the inside out,

Without mercy

 

Click!

 

The tragic murder

Of a soul

Was reported today

The ideological innocence

Of youth

Demanding now

A real and physical death

Inspired suicide

Depressive social stains

 

Click!

 

The wind blows

The sky aches blue

And the horizon

Bleeds sunlight

This is a cowardly dawn

A fictitious planet

Of too serious people

Afraid to be omnipotent

Afraid to be real

 

Click!

 

The bars are permanent

Cemented into place

By the years

By bad habit

By fear

 

Click!

 

My module

Affords only me

And my pretense

At laughter

 

Click!

 

Know you lines

The words will flow

 

Click!

 

What are you saying?

 

Click!

 

Are you there?”

 

Click!

 

She looks over

Up and down

Smiles

Her eyes reflect interest

Her eyes reflect you

 

Click!

 

You smile

But a fear-filled smile

One that chases

Rather than appeals

A smile and look

That speak of redemption

Instead of attraction

 

Click!

 

She runs

 

Click!

 

You run

 

Click!

 

You’re alone

 

Click!

Click!

Click!