i saw the bomb
go down the chimney
like santa claus.
clicked on that
and watched a cat
playing a piano.
the bay is stuffed
with herring,
gulls and scaups
feasting on roe,
and the sky is stuffed
with empty blue.
a robot crawls
across the waxing
gibbous eye above,
sending postcard
views: hi, how are ya,
wishing you were here?
no. i wish i was
in bangkok.
smelling belgian
waffles grilling
at the victory monument
skytrain station.
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