Beautiful Trap

A poem about a couch and a tv.

The sizzle of taste, rust
Copper, iron, orange flakes that coat and cling and converge
Forestation fractals vertically forming
Alternating shadows slant to show the sun’s descent.
Oh look, and something new is on
Judas and Jehovah dance with the next big thing
Cash and prizes or maybe a vacation
All expenses paid.