Pixie Notes

Nearly 70 out here. thawing out my fingers,
my toes, my eyes. I can taste chocolate
in the wind tonight - it's melting off of the stars.
i've been tube-traveling with silence
as a constant companion - you?
Sometimes the silence roars up
like the flowers in a field of blood.
War has been on my mind -
just what is a baby killer?
is it the same as a man
who would kill your babies
"Because, " he says,
"it's safer this way."
Audio was the wrong video signal.
We should have gone analog.
We should have turned left at Albuquerque.

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