Kissing The Dot Poem by Dónall Dempsey

KISSING THE DOT

Our new
black & white

more full of snow
than pictures

holding the rabbit's ears

just so

(no...no...no...YES! ! ! ! ! ! !)

holding it aloft
like 9 year old Statue of Liberty

watching with fascination
as I DREAM OF JEANIE

emerges

to our chorused 'ooooOOOOO! '

Even turning it off
was a thrill

the little white dot

dwindling to an infinity

the electric static

tingling our lips

as we kissed it

goodbye

a pleasureable pain.

Now
after the bus crash

lost in

staticky snow

I turn the set

on off onoff

watch the little white dot

die again and again

place my lips

against the fading screen

the electric kiss

of Death.