Of The Television Screen
© Surazeus
2026 02 20

I wake up in the television screen,
brain blooming billions of bland human beings
who brilliantly berate with purple praise
enormous idol of their blank-faced god
who grins with bitter angst of butterflies
at soft explosions of conceptual thoughts.

I break up in the television screen
as founding member of the corporate cohort
concerned with clank of critical contempt
at clash of Titans on the internet
who fight the holy war of sonic youth
to break electric chains of credit cards.

I crack out from the television screen
to swallow army tanks of policies
based on intrinsic attributes of faith
when brave professors of untamed desire
contemplate process of soul suicide
in context of imminent plans to laugh.

I squirm out of the television screen
with fractured shards of mirrors on my face,
and lie down prone by grave of every child,
killed by commercial programs of the state,
to play dead with glass mask of Jupiter
that glamours with precarious self-regard.

I fall out of the television screen
and tumble laughing on the White House lawn
since tattered wings of Icarus are mine
despite their enigmatic thoughts of love
when I cross hands across my wounded chest
that helps me fly in selfish grave of hope.

I writhe inside the television screen
with ardent wisdom of the orphanage,
smeared with internalized oblivion,
and march along assembly line of fate
to robot bondage in car factories,
trapped in the desperate dead-end life of hope.

I curl around the television screen
with brave malignancy of banking kings
who sing anthems with rhetorical fluff
contrived from inaccessible respect
through generous validation of the sad
regardless of our search for broken minds.

I blast off from the television screen
on wingless agency of hopeless fear
embedded inside obvious clock of trust
if we transcend confining psychic space
with brutal innocence of blind Narcissus
who eats the caged bird when it dares to sing.

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Orpheus decries conflict in poetics between objective aesthetics and subjective propaganda of political ideologies while howling unwords as he bangs rusty strings on his broken guitar.

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