Friday, April 19, 2013

Rogue Poem: "Springtime on the 86"


Springtime on the 86

Caffeine, jazz
new drugs
marveling
clear clustered
bus panes drenched –
April lawns,
mirror-slate streets;
tiny earths
fish-eyed.

Besides the boy
who’s the voyeur
taping me turn
Coronation onto
Neighbourhood
and vaporizing?

All manner of
matter divided into
things I’ll tell you
about things I won’t –  
vessels congest,
forgetting.

Spring, 2011. Taken from a note I left myself in iPhone while bussing downtown.

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