كلمات Seasonal Zombies

Would winter in China be so innate? With flashlight and desk globe, I pretend I'm the sun. The earth is turning an impolite child and I can't take care of it all. I yawn at the man who's delighted by snow Collects it in jars that are stored in the freezer, labeled by year, and fearing a blackout. It's time to go nowhere. In the overstuffed chair Wearing the dunce cap and waiting for wisdom to hit. This winter chews up my light (life?), paralyzes my father, makes things so idle. Not even the stars pulsate. Like nervous eyelids. This winter has numbed us like a fly in an ice cube. No bobbing, no hearing chatter This season reminds me of some tedious death Where you listen and listen and there's nothing to dance to Nothing to signal an impending good time Even danger is dormant, [unclear]ing its core. I join it, waiting for spring and its millions of noises.