Changing Channels

The late night,
also called early morning,
often seen by the two
worn eyes, scratches on
tv screens, marks on glass.
Lightly veiled sentiments
flicker onscreen, a vague
remnant
of what was
in the past,
in the mind,
and heart.
A few smacks on the side fixes it
painful, yes, because the couch is so comfy,
but necessary all the same,
so in a way it feels good
to finally have some control
over what's on,
because there're a lot of
repitition
and on occasion those channels
that are familiar beckon from the black,
but they've been viewed
before,
in "innocent times," which were less so
than now,
and the result is always
the same,
so really what is the point then?
mind numbing and vacuous repitition,
while feeling good, because they were safe,
but not at all what was searched for.