from all the running
of the world.
Television turned off,
allowing me
to actually involve
myself in existing.
No more jello for me!
I lead and do not follow
anyone anymore.
Winking at angry children
who have become
such refreshing clichés.
Terrorize the cat
and
eat the gerbil.
Put bleach in the dogs' food.
Entertain a melting
nothingness. Ignore
the droning
of the hive.
For in my walking
back and forth,
I have discovered
it helps if I pray.
Yet still, I know
that in the end,
I'll turn the television on.
If it sits
with black face too long,
I'll forget what
I've
been
conditioned to feel.