Where's Viktoria

Welcome home!

Rained and then it snowed,
blocked my whole driveway.
We’ll stay in today.
Minnesota snow.
Minnesota snow.

Laced up old ice skates,
I carved your name in ice:
Minnesota nice.
Minnesota snow.

Hockey checks are great
starry nights are sweet
we’ll stay home and eat old pop tarts.
Minnesota snow
Minnesota snow

With fluff and powdered ecstasy
rolled myself a bed,
snowman’s filled his head.
Minnesota snow.
Minnesota snow.

Springtime winds blow hard,
push me easterly
to Greenwich peacefully.
Minnesota Snow
Minnesota Snow

I’m afraid to go
Minnesota nice

Don’t melt all the ice
Minnesota snow

Save a seat for me
Keep the fire warm
Minnesota snow
Minnesota snow

Konstantine's Box of Palindromes

Palindromes of thoughts words images images words thoughts these are my palindromes

The splish splash of an uncertain clear curtain of a certain clear glass.

Tick Tock, killing time with time trials to find the fastest running clock.

Faithful not peaceful battles between battling quote peaceful end quote non-religious faiths

Look into that glassy mirror for cash and land ownership you’ll find Kashmir a land lake like a class driven slave-trading ship.

You say you want a revolution Well, you know We all want to change the world

Wow, Don’t touch the garbage men you’ll see in that cash mirror of that same Kashmir your own garbage. You’re untouchable now.

Can you rearrange America to arrange iCamera without your iMac? I can.

Stop short of making a decision decide on short stops and draft decisions. Go long full stop

Confusing? Confusion is similar to the mystery of standing in old Iraq or young Israel with a long-standing history of female chromosomes or religions like that of Confucius.

Listen, to the last Alaskan caribou say, “What’s this big pipe in my way? I care about the past Alaska?”

You say you want a revolution Well, you know We all want to change the world

Christ! Do you have a religion Jesus? We could use your religious views and convert these Christians.

The current dollar is a Euro pounded out till it’s worried it’s no longer bound to be a currency.

Oh, how can rubber Livestrongs from Armstrong not strong-arm Akron, Ohio’s rubber plants somehow?

See these solid, metallic plastic song discs didn’t compound interest when compact discs of metal heads and plastic legs printed twenty-dollar CDs.

There’s a Palestinian terrorist cell selling old communist commune pals to raise funds future terror runs.

You say you want a revolution Well, you know We all want to change the world

Two tall metaphorical edifices fell called honor and integrity can you tell who belongs to whom?

Fox News bit Tom Wolfe before “Who killed Virginia Wolfe?” hit box-office cues.

Rupert Murdac’s got a plan a man a canal for Panama now he’s got most of this third rock.

With all these rockets in our pockets it’s hard to give hugs at all these days.

It’s tough to turn the light on when the missiles are always right on, a kiss will turn the love in.

You say you want a revolution Well, you know We all want to change the world

The forest rocks know three times you will deny me life, liberty, happiness. In denial? My life will arise and go now times three before the cock crows.

We brought them a hearty handshake but taught our hands to shake their hearts out.

Windy afternoons won’t blow the fires of the train station funeral piers in time to stop the main relations in India’s laughter-less lagoons.

You say you want a revolution Well, you know We all want to change the world

Stay stay stay don’t go! We want you! But if you want to, Go go go, we won’t stop you.

The harvest before our eyes will die of fire flowing from the horrors in the skies.

You say you want a revolution Well, you know We all want to change the world

You say you want a revolution Well, you know We all want to change the world

Thank you John

Sleepless mind and body

I
have to keep my legs still
cause she’s frozen between them.
I don’t want to wake her;
she’s finally asleep.

If I don’t close my eyes
and I stay up till seven
a.m. in the morning,
I won’t lose this thought:

Out of sight, we get mad;
on the phone, we go silent;
we don’t share our secrets
except in our lies.

Last month we could not find
where she began and I ended.
Last week, we were at war.
Tonight’s a cease-fire.

Put down your bloodied daggers,
take off your bullet belts,
here’s a pen won’t you sign
right here. It’s a document—right
there by the x—a cease-fire.