this is a test
(of the emergency broadcast
system...this is only a test)

the TV is dead
no channels turn on
I’ve been reading my book
the entire day long

maybe its good
I keep looking in its direction
but surely its dead
as the screen has no projection

I have all these images in my head today
they surely missed my eyes
they’re dancing in my head today
maybe I missed the prize

signal is blocked, yet the juices be flowing
knowing two symbols of my affection
still stand

I hear a faint beeping from the closet...
it isnt what I think, but what I do...
and I open it, slowly knowing,
just what may, lie beyond. . .

a stack of shining blank paper,
and a pen, the magic wand



©2001 by Yosh