Thursday, May 8, 2008

what cn tower?

Edit: This poem appearing in This Magazine, July 2008

1 comments:

Ryan Bird said...

"As I Relax My Jaw, Lucky Pennies Fall Out Like Happy Rain"

As we dabble
in our
oldness,
something goes bump
over there,
in aisle three,
where they
keep the
horn-rimmed spectacles
and the sequent
pantsuits.

There are hugs
to be had
and calls to be made,
but no one
can explain the
bumps
that have risen,
like the crusts of
cruel
mountain ranges,
along the
hard line of
my clenched
jaw.