Hello, I’m your television-
staring out from eyes of academics,
chefs, cross-dressers, forgotten men,
remembered women; I’ve been animated
watching faces thought secret-
laughter, tears, wrapped rapt,
snoring bored, loving one another,
red with anger screaming at the screen.
The remote control won’t work,
all it does is change my face
and yours too; sun through the clouds
or two little downward turns.
Mudwords 
I’ve read several of your poems. Enjoyed them all. Nicely done.
Thanks a lot. These are all pretty old pieces, I’m looking forward to writing some new ones!
witty words!
enjoy your gift!
Aw thanks 🙂
sun through the clouds
or two little downward turns. – love that image! And how creative that our televisions watch us…better watch what I’m doing in front of it!
Yep, just think ‘1984’ and remember to close your mouth when you’re eating!
hey– nice images! I enjoyed it.
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hmm… i love my TV…. but your poem is sooo good too… 🙂