i.
I can fight TV effectively
with neither Guerdjieff nor Nietzsche;
no dose of dope or LSD
intoxicates sufficiently;
I have searched exhaustively,
and tried my hand as votary,
from the edicts of the Papacy
and tomes of remote antiquity,
through the rituals of Crowley
and whirling Sufi ecstasy,
to modern hypnotherapy
and psychopharmacology,
only to find myself watching NYPD
blue, in dejected apostasy.
Now, I know incontrovertibly,
that no eternal authority
can grant me impassivity
to the screen’s infernal activity,
so, where I’ve so often previously
tried in vain to liberate me,
I hope in one act, deliberately,
with my brick and my will to succeed.