Drinking electricity
Next door,
the light from a television
through the window,
always the light
from a television
and nothing more,
no sign of anything that
isn’t drinking electricity
or running on battery acid
and brake fluid,
no sign of the
good earth stuff,
no sign that anyone is
ever one step closer
to heaven,
no sign
that any of us
should expect
anything approaching more,
not anytime soon.
You can have this one
for free,
on the house,
the one that’s glowing blue,
spitting in the face
of an otherwise
beautiful night
that could not
care less about
the creatures below.
And the channel
never
ever
changes.
Bud Faust is a writer, poet and playwright from New Orleans, Louisiana. Website: https://budfaust.wordpress.com/