In my room is winter.
I tear pine-trees.
The room is entered
by the electrosteps
of an electroyeti,
who eats forest protons,
in electron-sequence despite.
The weather forecast: winter.
In my room.
We are freezing
with my electroyeti.
I force it to smile,
but it tells me
‘I prefer Beethoven,
because I understand the lyrics
of his songs’.
Now i want to smile.
But in my room is winter...
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Tuesday, December 23, 2008