TELE-
(Do not push my buttons, please.
I rather dislike your
manhandling,
and the noise.
I cannot control my VOLUME
How fu-nnoying is that?
See, I like it
under the couch,
under the cushions,
under the rug.
The placid quietude of a dark sanctuary.
Yet even more violation
comes from the dog.
Who gnaws
gnaws at my plasti-black body.
My artificial nature
set on a strange grid
with a few colors
and painted symbols.
Always a couple crop circles
say “channel up”
which apparently gives
permission to jab me repeatedly.
I quickly lose my sense of time.
With “fwd” and “rwnd”,
Reruns and old christmas recordings.
Was there ever a time
I was beautiful?)
- VISION
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem