The Black Screen
By D Jackson, 071209
The boisterous melody
The joyous dancing
The odd collection of characters
All
Affirming their camaraderies
Following their final victory
In
The closing minutes
I let the happy
Enchanting, antholic music
Play through in it’s entirety
At the highest volume
Of full, majestic
Surround sound
That I can command
From my system
I relish
In the gladness of it's presence
Glancing off wood paneled walls
Glorifying the always anticipated
Happy ending
Of Star Wars VI
It comes to me
I know this is the beginning
Of the end
Of the reality annulment
I’ve put off for the last 3 hours
Shamelessly indulging
All my fantasy senses
I click stop
Then eject
The room transforms into immediate silence
A single, 25 watt, long-life bulb from the lamp
Barely
Staves off the otherwise black of night outside
Silently
Trying to consume the inner world
Of my living room security
The sudden quiet
Almost deafening
Were it not
For the battle being waged
By the air-conditioner’s low humming
From the next room
This comfortable unassuring quietness
Would violently consume me
I stand there
Face to face
With the embodiment of solitude
Stealthily closing in by the second
I try hard to block it out
But
I cannot make my brain
Not
Think about it
Suddenly
From every direction
Torents of suppressed memories
Begin diving in at me
I close my eyes
And
Put my hands over my ears
I must hurry from here
I could die
I quickly stalk
The well beaten
Dimly lit path
Through the various pieces of furniture
To the kitchen
The house blackens further
With each step
Because
I didn’t bother
Turning on other lights
Before embedding my brain
Into the movie
Destination
As good as any
I guess
With well practiced precision
My nocturnal senses
Reach
For the door handle
And
I briefly enjoy
The small, piercing light
Into
The surrounding darkness
Behind me
My bearings come back
Quickly I scan
The random collection of items
For something
That looks like
I might want it
The cool air feels nice
As a I rummage around
For nothing in particular
I can‘t help noticing
The one thing I want most
Is missing
It just isn’t there
I slowly close the door
Again returning
To the black
Deafening silence of the room
Suddenly I realize
How much easier
It is
Putting your face
On a black screen
The boisterous melody
The joyous dancing
The odd collection of characters
All
Affirming their camaraderies
Following their final victory
In
The closing minutes
I let the happy
Enchanting, antholic music
Play through in it’s entirety
At the highest volume
Of full, majestic
Surround sound
That I can command
From my system
I relish
In the gladness of it's presence
Glancing off wood paneled walls
Glorifying the always anticipated
Happy ending
Of Star Wars VI
It comes to me
I know this is the beginning
Of the end
Of the reality annulment
I’ve put off for the last 3 hours
Shamelessly indulging
All my fantasy senses
I click stop
Then eject
The room transforms into immediate silence
A single, 25 watt, long-life bulb from the lamp
Barely
Staves off the otherwise black of night outside
Silently
Trying to consume the inner world
Of my living room security
The sudden quiet
Almost deafening
Were it not
For the battle being waged
By the air-conditioner’s low humming
From the next room
This comfortable unassuring quietness
Would violently consume me
I stand there
Face to face
With the embodiment of solitude
Stealthily closing in by the second
I try hard to block it out
But
I cannot make my brain
Not
Think about it
Suddenly
From every direction
Torents of suppressed memories
Begin diving in at me
I close my eyes
And
Put my hands over my ears
I must hurry from here
I could die
I quickly stalk
The well beaten
Dimly lit path
Through the various pieces of furniture
To the kitchen
The house blackens further
With each step
Because
I didn’t bother
Turning on other lights
Before embedding my brain
Into the movie
Destination
As good as any
I guess
With well practiced precision
My nocturnal senses
Reach
For the door handle
And
I briefly enjoy
The small, piercing light
Into
The surrounding darkness
Behind me
My bearings come back
Quickly I scan
The random collection of items
For something
That looks like
I might want it
The cool air feels nice
As a I rummage around
For nothing in particular
I can‘t help noticing
The one thing I want most
Is missing
It just isn’t there
I slowly close the door
Again returning
To the black
Deafening silence of the room
Suddenly I realize
How much easier
It is
Putting your face
On a black screen
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