Monday, July 12, 2010


automatic poem for those i've left footnotes (2010, drying out outside of dufferin mall)

a hush into spinal straightness
as if increased height and increased appeal
are two hand-in hand, awkward and unset


the same cruel marksman carelessly casts
the most fortunate remark

stray well; lighters hidden in shirts and
appear, showcased brash proving those
elite talk sparesly and sleek
puffing smoke in clouds through
gapped front teeth

believe me,

the right words to announce my departure
aren't mine at all
but yours
unsaid, good lord,
why so quiet?

1 comment:

  1. i feel like i'm in your whirlwind when i read these