The television sulks in the corner, muttering away to itself about inane essentials, pretending to ignore her.
She takes her medicine, inhaling deep; the room holds its breath, afraid to ask.
And exhaling through the rings of felled trees where dulled axe handles choose to rot amongst the writhing fungus in time-lapse frames of photo-finished sepia mementos; exhaling great industrial skies criss-crossed with contrail rings and hearts coagulating arterial; she finds herself seated before its eye, sucking in the waves of love that are its want to give.
She takes her medicine, inhaling deep; the room holds its breath, afraid to ask.
And exhaling through the rings of felled trees where dulled axe handles choose to rot amongst the writhing fungus in time-lapse frames of photo-finished sepia mementos; exhaling great industrial skies criss-crossed with contrail rings and hearts coagulating arterial; she finds herself seated before its eye, sucking in the waves of love that are its want to give.
Tales for the attention deficit reader
5 comments:
Thanks for the slice. I like the hard-edged graphic photo. -Jayne
The vampire on her back, it tells her all it tells her she wants to want to know. Energy and matter informed by dna and tv create a misguided muscle.
striking graphics all around, word, felt sense and image; really well done.
Jayne: photo is from 1984
Yodood: Iggy Pop once said "America takes drugs in psychic defence" Unfortunately the most insidious drug in our western democracy is the one injected directly into the optic nerve.
Harlequin: Orwell had it wrong: the television does not need to see you - you merely need to see it.
What odd creatures we have become. Willingly enslaving ourselves to paying for possessions never realize that we are the possessed.
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