returns after Xmas
half newspaper advertising
touting emptiness
chill wind outside
Utilitarians inside
think of these string words
as footprints in snow
world asleep,dreaming
(taxi to the Underworld)
black and white movies
restore apatheid
Empty Chair Syndrome
(every Emperor naked)
Wikileaks now plural
floodtide of information uprising
cracking the Great Firewall of China-
hackers,slackers,midnight Anonymous trackers
stoning the men of Iran-
an avalanche of women
Canadian wind crosses borders-
no visa,no passports
divide in two groups-
those who would hunt and kill your deer
and those who feed your future
autopsy showed the sausage
hid alien life forms
gridlock traffic
kissing bum
per to bumper
forgiveness ongoing-
cleaning the world as you glow
splitting hairs or atoms?
try solar,tidal,ever-renewable
lights reveal us/rescue us
from interior darknesses
more movies made now
than can be screened in your lifetime
settling down?or settling in?
i am Voipstunt,you Skype
reports of ice small
when compared with Titanic
solar powered diary days
moon dreaming dairy nights
to get to where you are
i had to leave here
moon left-sky,night,clouds
every body lost a lover
interior winter
coolness between us
i left my face in your mirror
so you might see me upon awakening
the only day that matters is this one
(until the next)
your face turned Picasso
when i mentioned Monet
the movies they are projecting
less than the script of our lives
still,your voice,a flight path
guiding the young planes home
rice in the bird feeder
winter wingless homelessness
even rivers change direction
over time
tonight,the frost
terrorist threatens tomatoes
green may be temporary
but so is permanence
teaching me to fall-
these temporary flowers
patience of a hunter
and her prey
smells of breakfast mornings
sizzling frypan life
false flag bananas-
yellow ripe,with green stems
drunken bees mistake my shirt for flowers
i mistake virtual for reality
one lost wasp seeking nest
promises not to sting!
stars still there/even when hidden'
just like emotions
in my back pocket
my miniature histories
all your musical instruments
dream instant orchestras
traffic?or birdsong?
freedom?or gridlock?
quickly!today in a hostile takeover
of your darkest night
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