Basic Cable

1 October 2015

Tomorrow bends into
the marine layer with
alluvial decisions
spread across an imitation
Mesopotamia. Chops mountains to
hillocks, drain lakes to beds. Retires.

Chase scenes mock
an earlier, louder you in San Francisco.
then, at home years later, the sound
curved near quiet, separated
by the thrilling adventure
of internal decline. Tomorrow is a fable

with darting eyes, a remote control
changing hands, recording
stories that ship off to an absurd
kingdom posed as democracy.
Its salted oceans are granular. They
wear Petrochemical coveralls.

Back here, the channel changer,
the logline and the endless cycle
of entertainment brood over
powerhouse happy hours,
images debilitating as they
shift. They pixelate, then rise again.

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  1. antrim says:

    Each time I read Henry Cherry’s poem, “Basic Cable,” my understanding of it, my seeing and imagining of it, takes another turn of understanding and expanding…

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