my brain is like an old tube TV that i can’t turn off. when i put my finger to it,
me,
it
and when i look too close i see particles of red, and blue, and green...
pieces that should be part of something greater, something grander, a major motion picture deserving of an oscar, but even when i fiddle with the dials and
greater, the antennas i just. get...
nothing good is ever on anyway.