#cable
Love: “and I know not if I sink or swim”
Love:
here’s how I see it;
everybody should have the
ability to walk around with
two sign optionality:
1. No vacancy
2. Open: (all rooms have A/C & cable)
never be disappointed; you know what you’re getting up front
and for an extra fee
3. credit cards Not Accepted
Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 5:27 PM UTC
"Happy" a label
Whole families watch cable
Ditch dinner tables
Apr 17, 2020
Apr 17, 2020 at 3:16 PM UTC
Just me
No entertainment
No stimulation
Just me
Then you came by
And installed a cable
Sports, politics, comedy, education
You had a very decent package
500 channels to show me the world
I figured I'd stay home for the rest of my life
And enjoy the romComcast upon me
By the advent of your cables
But there was a destructive storm
Power lines were snapped
And our cable went out
As I stood in the ruins
Of a house that once stood majestic
All I worried about was getting our cable re-installed
So I waited
On your ****** service
My age
Became a Time Warner
And severed strings
Were strewn on the steel scattered around me
Now that I've become a satellite in your life
I could provide you with all the same channels
If you'd just look up
But the cumulus clouds you conjure
Block our reception
As I drift out here in space
I can see everybody on Earth
Except for one man
Who's surrounded by a sea of swirling tsunamis
And a crowd of cut cords
And as I approach the chaos for a better view
I'm incinerated entering his atmosphere
Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 12:16 PM UTC
As an answer of pray
You imagining me
And the open hand is this city
Overgrown with chaos, silence,
You, and similar complexity.
I have to fall, somewhere
Because this thin cable will finished over.
Tired of bearing the burden on my body.
Tired of bearing conversations
Which often ends with confession
And uncertainty.
Lamentations that fill the air
Will not take me anywhere
The sky is gloomy, the city
Knowing sorrow much better than before.
I must fall, my love.
I won't fall anywhere but to you.
But I couldn't finding you.
Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 1:37 AM UTC
Like forgotten cables
on the floor,
we intertwine ourselves
and can't seem to be undone.
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 12:23 PM UTC
I want you to love me in a sweater,
grey,
cable knit,
a little too big.
I'll wrap my arms around you,
like fluffy wings,
keep you safe for a change.
(There is something about you that makes me want to.)
We will tangle up in warmth,
and I'll curl my fingers in your hair and press kisses in each curl.
The contentedness between us will be tangible,
filling the air around us.
I want you to love me in the soft way that I love you,
Warm linen sheet-like,
A nestling-into-you kind of thing.
We fit together,
you and I.
Just right.
I want to feel your sleepy breath on my neck,
your lovely eyes fixed on mine.
Your fingers can trail along my shoulders,
your chest can heave contented sighs.
The crook of your arm could be my pillow,
the space between us nonexistent.
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 1:40 PM UTC
Monday's vision's fair of face
in the evenings the plasma rays shine
bright until seen through a window at a distance
******* energy from cables to my mind
blinding into happily blinkered existence
Tuesday's vision's full of grace
guilt makes me pull the covertous shutters down
being the observer is peep peeping embarrassing
being observed pays to add overtising shows on
it's so good not stirring when it's too disturbing
Wednesday's vision's full of woe
I am wilfully weak and slack on the couch
enjoying not having to speak or think
about being set up to get upset by nothing much
the sights flow seamless except when I blink
Thursday's vision has far to go
I would be there now but for one glitch
one flaw in the network's mesmeric sell
shared channels free as birds but rich
beyond the dragnet of any script's sequel
Friday's vision's loving and giving
in the smallest way it's electric beyond measure
distractions demanding attention with a hush
willing the constant whirling on with fresh images
look-look euphoric hooks to reel me in with a rush
Saturday's vision works hard for a living
and I'm wrapped in the dream of existing
by a simple drama of a varnished toenail
extending to a click the vanish going
going the way of Ting Ting Cao
your magnetic stimulation of the transcranial
kicks in and in my scrambled vision I saw
me touch your assimilation on redial
absorbing Sunday entire and raw
footage on display a draw so real
the pay channels dropped their jaw
surreal
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 1:02 PM UTC