Carving an uncertain path
through cavernous circuitry
minding my destiny
as a dexterous machete
to sever a treacherous tangle
of transistor tubes
I am forked road tuning
pitch black screen time
Emergency
Broadcast
System
sig–nal–ing
urgent need
of further instruction
Knob twisting meticulously
determined to fix upon
an Ultra High Frequency
yet this picture glows
nowhere near perfect
Coat hangers
Rabbit ears
Full supply of foil
I am one rooftop antenna
from filming new episodes
Of Life Beneath The Surface
Though at present I am surfing
Searching my programming
and prioritizing each show
within the lineup precisely
Eschewing Nielsen ratings
The allure of Sweeps Week
for sufficient
consistently brilliant content
Content to go unwatched
if it means I shall hold
to principled theatrical
competence
Shuffling ain’t fixed in my mission
for this mental is packed with ideas
on the cusp of electrical greatness
Where my channel is lacking in clarity
I serve visions of pure authenticity
Each intention laid bare naked
On screen stage and page
Where Bad Girls, Idols and Shores
have made informed voyeurism
The manifest method of deflecting attention
from reflecting on your condition
I am
a one man rebuke
to you
who refuse to change
the station
apprehensive
at what your reality
is now showing.
