Two swans, apparently representing the departed parts of you,
neck the lake beside the water plant, long enough to check
your paddling. No matter how much longing it takes.
By now, you’re using every moment you’ve ever known or …
Boston Blackie squirrels lecturing each other
with tsk-tsk tails. Everything they refuse to know
about Point Pleasant or Stanley Park; everything they confirm
about streetcar skeds on Gerrard. And it just keeps raining
record-breaking multiculturalism. A clearing; clean …
“To mess around. To totally destroy the pieces. To build around them.”
– Jack Spicer, A Textbook of Poetry
Shaving in here while Jim mows the lawn out there
instead of using the snow blower.
Or that decal on …
Apartment dwellers who never go outside
themselves, these allotted slots
are occupied by multi-track minds
with much better ears left over
from a world you imagine
or believe you’ve already engineered.
This happens the same way
some segues don’t last …
