With Certainty

 I'm going to hell

for the donations requests

that went unopened.

Leather dress shoes commit.

Male pattern balding in a business suit wearing horn-rimmed glasses practically leaping out of a late model high end sedan to run across Bathurst Street and delight in sliding on the Zamboni smoothed ice in the skating rink.

yesterday's poem remembered incorrectly

Cottonball clouds

punctuate a flawless expanse,

The End.

Deep Discount

A woman who shouldn't wear
knits stands scarecrow still in a
flapping of on-sale sweaters.

pillbug comfortable

fine lines frost the window,

the inside

 tracing fingertips with 

the outside 

 through glass.

duvet feather flurries.

waking up pillbug comfortable.

the room going quiet

trees frightened by candles.

people gather to protect 

the forest from harm.

lost thoughts gather no moss

recently a dream stayed with me throughout the day

underlying every sense and sentence was the awareness of this other world

a shadow of subconscious self lurking between the letters of words

the pause in a phrase of an incomplete sentence

not intrusive, a fog not entirely lifted from the landscape of experience

and yet, the dream forgotten in the flow of subsequent days and times

what lingers is the intimation of company, the sentiment of almost

the fingertip sensation of failure