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