
you don't sound like a newscaster, but i'll listen to you anyway.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry - Words: 231 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 04-16-07 - id: 2347529
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i have honestly been trying to submit this for the past four days. i don't know whether it was my computer of ficpress but it was pissing me off... so finally i get it up here. cliche-y but that's deliciou, no? . hah.
You Invaded My TV Set.
You talk too fast,
Forget to breathe,
I put you on pause
For a little while.
But slow-mo snow
Does you no justice
So I rewind you
And just press play.
I sink into the floor
And put down roots
As eyeballs cry
From the whiteness of your skin
So I adjust the hue
On my TV set
And you're more
Green now.
Now cyan, magenta
And finally black and white.
I fast-forward
To my favorite part
Where you
Twiddle thumbs
And lick your teeth
Pause. Rewind. Play.
Pause. Rewind. Play.
But channel three
Wants in on our conversation
And signals cross
So the volume
Gets turned down.
They say you have to end
Some time soon
But you don't
So I watch you
As long as I can.
But then in the middle of the scene
With no beginning, middle
Or end,
You say those three words
Which make me spit
In the face
Of every cliché
And sizzle my blood.
So I press one more button
One last time.
Power.
Off.
And you blue screen.
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