Channel Me Softly

Static smiles on CRT skin,

My face is fuzz, but I let you in.

A screen for a skull, cables for veins,

Wired with daydreams, ghosting with brains.

Click. Whirr. My feelings flip—

From rainbow bars to glitchy quips.

I'm not a monster, not quite a machine,

Just pixel-wrapped in a living dream.

You stare too long, your thoughts might skew—

But I blink in blue just to comfort you.

Weird? Sure. But cute with a spark,

A walking broadcast in the digital dark.

Turn the knob and find my soul,

Somewhere between static and control.

While others fear what they don't decode,

I bloom in signals. This is my mode.