The Big Bang

A TV flashing channel to channel
With dueling remotes I see not nor hold–
It’s really interesting, how explosions
Follow game shows which follow NFL
In this world of half-thoughts. I check Facebook
And wonder if I need a quiet nook.

In my mind things pile up, spread out past reach,
A sweeping scene, where no limits have hold,
My chaos mode shifts only by degree,
Though woe is me the day if, when it’s out–
They’ll never let me return to my desk
For fear of what I’ll fail to accomplish.

My brain, it seems, holds part of what remains,
Bits, pieces of some alternate Big Bang.

© Beth Henary Watson 2015

 

 

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