JULY/AUGUST 2009
I Eat My Television
I want to die eating
electrons, broadcasting
them to local towers.
Fifty-thousand watts
living in my room. Goggles
and abraded bones,
I want to be found
after the next common
era by whomever’s still
around. The universe
won’t contract
to put me on display.
I want to be a glutton,
eating light and moss-
green clouds. Raze
what you will. The earth’s
finally quickening, bathed
in a shrinking spectrum.
I am ravenous, alive
only because I have
learned to need to want.
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About the Author
Robert Murdock is Contributing Editor for The Journal and the recipient of an Ohio Arts Council Individual Excellence Award for 2009. His poems have appeared in Michigan Quarterly Review, Antioch Review, and elsewhere.
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