I had a television that only worked
when I turned it on its side so I spent
a year watching it while lying on my side
until it finally stopped working at all.
Maybe I’m cheap or maybe I just let
inertia have its way. Not that inertia
has a way; it just sits there, right?
Sometimes I’ve just sat there, too, waiting
for life to chew me up and spit out
the bones. But that gets boring, after
a while, as boring as lying on my side
in bed, watching a sideways television.
Stephen Brooke ©2013
One of my relatively rare forays into free verse---most of my stuff has at least an accentual rhythm to it. Could I have carried this idea further? I know that many poets would, but I trimmed it down to three verses rather than bore you...and myself.