mugabe on the radio (2000-2009)

tv is the only thing
that makes me cry.

what do you remember?

a time when we spoke freely?
when we marched in the streets?
i can see the picture in my mind's eye.

i do not think i felt new
why then should i feel old now
but for this tin can heart with a piece of string wrapped around it
and a stone tied at the other end?

where do we live again?
please, miss, where do i live?
the commuter train speeds past old graffitti on the tunnel walls
'get blair out'

lost in the smallest
in the smallest

screen.
leaves turning over and over every minute of the day
sun and wind hitting the honeysuckle
row of seeds drawing from the soil

light.
lost shoe found on the balcony
the broken escalator at 4am
lost in the pipes
in the motherboards
in the storage facility (blank puzzle, endless mystery)
and the backroom
with the kettle
and the display box of cigars behind glass

please accept this gift

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