Smokescreen

I gaze into the screen

But the screen stares back

Green light dreams

But the beams burn black

The flicker of a figure

As the screen cracks smoke

Out between bad folk into mirrors

Of the mad and broke

Sad joke, like the shimmer

Of a had hope

Silly pictures got me

Tripping off the black smoke

Seeking glimmers in the dark

Bright television

Give wisdom for resolve

Telly never listens

If it glistens

then this prison is a cave

All the shades

Get their essence out of place

May we never change