flipping through channels- frantic
catching seconds of sequels and repeats
ridiculous ‘news’ stories, dumb antics
a television signal uninterrupted impedes
remote control in hand- surfing
ad wars on late night- ‘turf wars’
on all day and night- sure thing
how are you not? i would be sore
sitting all day, remotely in command
what’s in ‘the tube’? i just don’t understand
how you sit there for hours on end
drinking your Ice, halfway taking it in
watching it again because you forget
hand over the remote and i’ll make you a bet
command-control central is right there in your fingers
but not while your a** is stuck in a recliner.

** see more of my poetry on my blog "Nothing Definite: Spontaneous, Combustible, Poetry" at http://gcool06.blogspot.com/ - thanks for reading (and writing)! **