As the outlines of the outdoors roar like proud lions,
And cars turn their tired tires,
The gloomy clouds
Accompanied by calamitous thunder,
Rattle the fragmented windows,
Those same shaken windows that
Dream of fault lines
Never actually bear them .
A television blinks,
Permitting shadows, for mere seconds.
Simultaneously releasing elegant arrays of decorated charges,
That march single file,
Dressed in colorful capes,
And ballroom masks.
Attend suspended soirees,
With empty glasses in hand.
Running from commercial breaks
Fleeing from the flashes of cameras,
..Stepping over the slowly rising tombstones.
These real replicas,
Held closely to the flame,
Will slowly melt away the fragile layers of
Into blurry puddles of incandescent static.
(That blends right in with the collect calls and infomercials, once it settles.)
Although these electric guests
Trapped just inside,
Like suspended fruit,
Floating in glowing jars of gelatinous syrup.
That house near the road,
Where the silent television
Is perilously visible, through passing windows.
Is provocatively audible, from the nearby nests of songbirds,
At different times of the day,
From screens larger than most microscopes slides
Like sandwiched bacteria.
Frozen in momentary perpetuation,
While still being studied extensively,
By delirious focus groups.
These perilous programmes,
Drenched in invisibility,
But still continue to
Impress with steady arsenals of eccentric charges,
Becoming an apparent component.
In an otherwise exclusive stew of extensive compounds.
(Brought to you by any number of articulate games how hosts)
The crystallized cast,
(Who will clap for everyone but themselves)
Casually pace back and fourth,
Like confused specters,
Like calculated insects,
Working to sustain an ant-farm amidst abeyance,
For all the outside world to see.
But as the rest of the trivial world watches,
From the outside,
From the otherside,
The walking dogs from the edges of traveled sidewalks,
The buzzing zeppelin from the undiscovered skies,
(In their own way)
They become a channel,
For a hungry man in a hard hat.
For a grounded astronaut.
These expendable entities will inevitably misplace the remote control,
Insurmountable messes with a variety of simple snacks,
Consisting mostly of mostly optimistic sunflower seeds,
(Chewed into oblivion)
Sandwiches minus their cumbersome crusts,
And stale popcorn harder than most