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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem