My Tv Has A Name | Chiamaka Chukwuma

My TV has a name written in bold letters
I try to remember,
They tell me it's important

All I remember is it's aged zing
Like ze ze ze, I'm thinking, pregnant bee.
I try making conversation,
like, s'cuse you, what you doing?

Credit be given to my TV.
It laughs and laughs, and laughs, and grins, and waves
Tomorrow, I will speak to it again
Now, I'm too vexed with it's cockiness..

Maybe tomorrow, I'll sing it a song of storms and flowers and myth

Maybe I'll write me a song of how we met

You were crouched in your little box and I was starved a little love

Oh, won't you sing me a song today. Tomorrow is never certain.

I'm going away tomorrow,
with my pills and more pills

Poet's note: It was a cool evening and I thought of just fading away into my TV set in front of me. I wanted to talk about the uncertainty of tomorrow and life. How things doesn't last and security is just words