realism hurts but it is needed
even boo, knows that: he lays
at my feet fearing the screen
it is the silence of the infernal
green light that drives us both
crazy: it reminds of when i was
a younger i and i would have
smashed it, into bits, it would
have made me feel so much the
better to know i had forced it
to stop, had ended its life: now
i pause before i throw, boo
pauses before he accepts that
perhaps all is lost and new: that
the silence is good but the reality
hurts
