Nostradamus spoke of this day.
Nostradamus, the Mayans, Webbot, they all spoke of...

To see something is to drink it in.
The senses absorb a tiny fraction...

Mindless chatter melds with bells
laughter coats the room, comforting all...

There is a boy with a striped scarf
and crooked glasses and a crooked grin...

Hands resting gently in his lap,
Like a Bengal stalking its prey...

To the flag, to Bush, to you
To a Starbucks on every corner...

It's in the way his fingertips brush against my...
its in the way he kisses my forehead and whispers...

It came disguised.
Cleverly clad in [pink...

The fans spun above our heads.
Spun the way the man at the bar...

It's noon in your city,
and a minivan orgy is taking place on the streets...

Flip flop
Tick tock...

You put the key into my ignition
My engine rumbles...