Novelist, Casper Parks - Feeling the Pulse of Society.

Press the Remote

Scanning bland television bands.
Nothing new, nothing fresh.
Voids of mindless muddle.

Concoctions of grand delusion.
Dreams of tomorrow, gone.

Faded blue hazy glows.
Enslaved and held captive

Simply press the remote.
Another station, another snare.
Trapped in hypnotic trances
Clutched by idiotic dilemmas.
Disenchanted.

Thumbing and surfing narrowed realities.

Father, mother, brother, sister transposed
With friends in smell rose spaces
Living in unreachable zip-code places
An autograph if you please

Powerless, just another thumb of the remote.
In search of perfect friendships, perfect parents.
A perfect mate, perfect children.
It’s a perfect home life improved.

Press the remote, again and again.
Simpletons plight of images.
Tromping the vast mind-fields of broadcast bands.

Casper Parks
Copyright: 1997