Aerial

Aerial

by Michael Redgen

 

Static in silence.
Then the unchanging move
Ants of war to randomness.

Dots lines mess,
How’d we get snow,
Pixels of waves and noise!—The video

Click and flicker, shudder to
The light arc
Of the switch we cannot close,

Voltage-wired
Radios play faint
Hooks—

Bent steel clothes hangers,
Plugged-in.
Nothing new

Drags my interest deep—
Sighs, sleep;
Raps on the side.

Blank
Analogue, I unplug—
Dead bugs, dead antennas.

And now the
Ray of beams, light gleaming T. V’s
Quiet children

Melt our small minds.
And I
Have the control,
The ball that flies
Whistles close, over the last dive
“Give out the red

Foul, them as a warning.”


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