Television

Turn on your eye.
Pixelled Fireworks
of feigned mirth
beat against the plexiglass barrier.

Your eye blinks
Glee is gone
Replaced by desire.

SPEND :: to be sexy
CONSUME :: for country
DEVOUR :: for affluence

Yawn.
Boredom draws you away
Push buttons,
exchange your vision.

Press Corps load their 
machine guns.
The bullets 
	(�GIs Charged in Death of Detainee�)
come rapidly
Direct hits to the bottom
	(�Terrorist Group Vows New Attacks�)
of your eye.
Iraqi car bombs
explode your mind.
You start to shake
As you find yourself longing
for thoughtless hilarity
acquired by laughtracks.

Your world disappears
and is born again
as obvious jokes
comfort you.

and the last fragment of reason
tells you
�It�s alright, dear.
It�s your anesthetic.�