Tuesday, January 24, 2006

It rhymes

Has a season passed?
Does anyone know?
What’s the latest government?
What’s happening outdoors?
Have the roads improved,
are there pavements outside?
Is the metro active?
Does it look like Shanghai?
My blinds are drawn,
the window is shut.
I’ve not seen daylight.
It’s that time of the month
when death is a distraction
and life stands by idly with a pout,
and all that matters
is when this magazine comes out.