Television Waves

if it bothers you, throw a shirt over it.

It doesn't matter

how close to paradise

you've made your hole,

if you leave your tv 

to play in the snow

swimmers will think you mad,

and maybe you are 

but then you'll remember

the sleep machine at a fancy hotel

in Toronto, and how the 

waves of the ocean sounded

just like channel three

Reviews

[Jeannette Lunete]

This poem seems to have some dystopian touch. There is something grotesque in your style. I like it. Keep it up! :)

[The Twin Arenas]

I'll take grotesque. Thanks for the read.

[faryn wolff]

you get me with those endings. this is beautiful.

[Rene Salinas]

An invitation to have a go and share what the lines evoke. It evoked in my people fleeing their countries in desperation in search for a better future, the allusion to paradise from their eyes of an economical immigrant. The waste of leaving something on as if you don't have commodities of course you have more awarness. Then I got transported to a water bed and the vibraiting sound of the bed as the user falls asleep to the hum of the TV as programme finishes.

Like throwing darts on a board this.

Thankyou

[Matching Socks]

Lol. Where is this hotel? I stayed at one that had fancy shower lights that's changed colours...
Great shapsot. I love it. I felt I was there for that moment.

[ZackOfBridge]

I agree with Rachel. There is something real about it but it reads completely surreal

[The Twin Arenas]

thanks, Z.O.B.

[rachel ann]

"and how the
waves of the ocean sounded
just like channel three"

I love this poem.

[The Twin Arenas]

thanks man.