December is the darkest month.The snow falls over the long nights.The wind sails in the Northern Lights.
Remember, please, to feed the birds.(And put straw down for the dogs)
The time is up.The clock as stopped.The edge is up.The end is over the top top top.
The heat is onand the flies are out.
The poison doesn't workbut I am fighting everyday.
Words © Jeff Morrison
There is no trace of our tracks in the sandThere is heavy traffic in the skyAll good things are phantoms in our hands
Among us the tigers, the snakesOur good books and our gold passports guide usToward Chou Men Fu, Kublai Khan's mobile palace
There is no trace of our tracks in the sand
The main gates will return you to the balconyView the menu selectionInverted dialogues, extraneous geodesThe microfilm is belowYou are here
Follow the red arrows along the handrailsSecond floor:Periodicals, dog treats, assorted landfillThird floor:Bottled infants, chinese headdress
This is the southwest entranceYou are here
Follow the yellow path to the observation deckYour position is indicated by the small black dotNote: classification, mediation, serious retrieval
Fourth floor:Random access to all areasProceed along the blue walkway
This way to computer assisted destruction...This way to the lobby
These are the temperate zonesThese are the terrible zonesYou are here
This way to the lobbyMarked by exitsYou are here
Words © Kristan Ban-Tepper