Thursday, January 25, 2007

Flare Guns In Winter

Someone up in the wings
Is calling for a story about the future,
Which is simply someone else’s past.
You can’t consider doing death
Unless you consider doing it
With fireworks and flame retardant suits.
I’m whispering in everybody’s ear:
Shining faces can’t win me back.

Flare guns in winter,
And mind all over the skies.

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