O TV, My Constant Companion

Draw me into your perfect glaring eye,
your lonesome stare succinct with all my flaws.
Fill my aging eyes with products I
must own. Each empty moment holds applause.

Your buzz and sounds can lull my questions still,
cease all concern, and smooth the doubts of life
from off my brow. O, you my gelded will,
My roving soul. I blink and Afghan strife

can slur my blood. I blink and cosmic rays
reveal the birth of stars or fish beneath the sea.
Oprahtic wisdom quiets all my restless days.
I need not quest beyond your fantasy.

Without your hum I hear my rush of breath.
Without your numbing grip I see my coming death.

— VH McKinnie

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