Home Theater

Billowing theater curtains belong to Me.

I can't stand TV, which will stay spiritless.

Fun-house of mirrors, face book

will never face its own madness.

My nine-ring circus

eludes ring-masters' rule.

My play of ideas refuses to lie flat.

In blue light flickering ghostly

I poke zombies watching in darkness

day-dreams of greed and violence.

Lady of Cemeteries,

I try to wake the living dead,

tickling them with bony fingers,

trying to change their channel,

to tune them back

to vibrant energies of life.

I say: "Look away from that addiction!

Look into My 'play of consciousness,'

reality My mirror, too naked for shame.

Face yourself; connect with all

in real time,

and dare to change!"

© Tamara Rasmussen 2018