Do you swallow a
flood when you are
caught midway in a
Netflix binge?
Does the late-night static
of your blue-lit screen
roar in your ears like
a deafening wave?
Can you feel your
knees buckling under the
weight of your sedentary
somnambulism?
Is your televsion set
a waterfall?
Do the images rush
towards you from
the LCD, like rivers begging
to be released?
Can you feel yourself
settling into the sofa
like a stone that sinks
beneath a pond?
Maybe the effects of
your nocturnal soak linger
like an afterburn etched
into plastic.
Maybe you are left
speechless before a scene
that hisses and sings
with gusto.
Picturesque, isn’t it?