Depressive Realism

All up in the scenario’s inky grill,
learning to leave things out-of-focus
assumes an importance
I wouldn’t have presumed.
A certain change of pace
is subsumed in the overall
flood of bilge and binge-viewing.
Leave it to me to be convinced
that’s what I’ve been doing this whole time.
I better get busy wolfing down
scraps of unmarked melody
I find in the nervous air.
After all, who knows when I’ll ascend
to that big reclining chair in the sky?

-r. miller