Up.
I’m looking.
For I’m not sure what.
Under the impression that’s from where it will come.
Because folklore says it comes from the sky.
And who am I to argue with that?
Did I notice it first?
Or offensively later?
It seems like everyone caters obnoxious in need.
Progressions in synch.
Was I missing them always?
They speak to the past like they know all of mine.
When did it start?
Only twice did I call them.
The day I seizured in the yard, looking at the sky.
I said right before I was done with this life.
Vessel for use, pissed-off at time.
Also I pushed my heartbeat through an antenna.
As radio static, beating away.
The Electric Heartbeat, I said, to no one in particular.
That’s when everything began to get strange.
The next signals were lost despite using cords.
I thought it was luck I still had my WiFi.
I had finished-up watching A Beautiful Mind, and said out loud to myself, “Oh fuck, that’s my life.”
The DVD player stopped working right then.
And there was nothing I could do to save the TV.
That was the reason for the miniature light show.
Just flipping perspectives, the thought crossed my mind.
My laptop the stage, I used its one camera.
Created a rhythm of music, smoke and lights.
Damn, kid, l wanna come to your studio.
I don’t know why they’d want to, with my broken TV.
I fuckin’ love this kid!
Someone’s got jokes.
Commandeered my computer.
Shared the cam among friends.
That day I was chillin’ in my Batman pajamas.
The onesie with the cape and the mask, that Dad bought me for Christmas.
That I drove around in that morning, with a sack full of oranges and advice for the kids.
In it I fashioned my computers with wires as an atomic device.
Then I rolled a joint in handcuffs, smiled for the camera, and smoked it while defusing the quantum-computing nuke.
Would I have done it without spectators watching?
Another lever pulled, it’s kind of what I do.
A perfect allegory. The flag that razed the base.
I never should have called Encryption Dave, NSA.
Still, the TV.
Very not cool.
It’s tied to a chair outside, for the computer to watch.
Interesting dialogue, ice pick and vice.
Choice.
Insane.
Already in motion.
Not long after that it all started to be.
Those are my thoughts.
How can you hear them?
And who are you anyway?
How can you see?
If you don’t leave me alone, I promise I’ll find you.
You can only hide for so long, who watches so well.
You’ll never find me, kid, they always would say.
If I were you I would run.
Off and away.
But I wasn’t fast enough.
From what probably was me.
And things that were real I swore not to explain.
Yet if you’ve ever watched Batman disarm a quantum-computing nuke while smoking a handcuff joint to wish you a nice day, he wants you to know he still thinks of you often.
And you owe him a TV.
Goddamn will you pay.
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