exes and oh!s

were I to marry again
I would wear muslin
and stand barefoot in a meadow
I do, with dirt between my toes

ecce homo

behold! here's the man!
crawls into bed at daybreak!
hits the sheets, snoring.

after the deluge

theta mon

the wind bumps up against the stuff of life
& things push back
thumping in the night

a blessing for st patty's day, not my own

May joy and peace surround you,
Contentment latch your door,
And happiness be with you now
And bless you evermore.

restless

from dreams fraught with peril,
pitfalls and triumphs,
to an awakening:
to what extent this life has been formed by
restlessness

plague

this morning smelled like skunk
all morning the helicopter's drone
narrated burning buildings on an old city block

looking for the falcon in the park

a life lived like a loose balloon
untethered
unbeholden
to

De mortuis nil nisi bonum: speak only good of the dead.

rather eloquently
the man in the camel coat swaggers
to a stop
and wags his jaw at the traffic light
with a fifth of clear liquid dangling
hanging off the end of his arm
*
070316 9.30 dundas/bathurst eastbound streetcar
even from this distance, I figure his eyes must be limpid