March To A Different
Infomercial
Click.
Clack.
Buttons pushed
once too often.
Wind up.
Step back
Remote smacks
just hard enough.
Not heavy.
No brittle bits of glass
stuck in the cracked skull.
No more static.
Nothing to watch here.
Turned off.
Tuned in.
Unplugged for good.
I told you a million times,
I didn't want to watch that show.
Up is down.
Gravity.
Gritty drag of plastic
cloak.
No hope.
Splash.
Splish.
Sink.
This had a feeling more than a thought to me, loved listening to the sensations — they didn’t give to much away — great read!