Communicator, cooker, drinker, poet. Grew up in a mining town, wore a hard hat.

Friday, May 12, 2006

strictly rambling

a clean aids test with a three month delay
is useless as though my reckless intimacies
would've paused for those ninety days,
beer glasses would've remained empty,
insecurities unattended. as though the sheer
possibility of a chronic manageable burden
would've straightened me out. as though i
hadn't been living with one already.

toronto is teeming with hearts beating
sidewalks feeling the weight of a hundred
and forty languages spoken only in the
brokedown bungalows of the hard to
reach parts with pigs dancing on fiery
skewers complaining about the weather
and the state of the motherland.

speaking of which, mother's day -- t-minus 30 hours.