Writing and thinking from Nepean, Ontario

Friday, August 26, 2005

or political triumphs necessarily
against knowing
our search for ease
how difficult this art
from the background
had called his back poetic
you move on in with us
fresh garlic, salt and parmesan cheese
and the metal stairs
had giggled
the air and stomped to the basement
gasping, tears streaming down his
up like he was an injured
switched off the bedroom light
trait produced by machine
so unconquerable a
was translated into
a steam room and shower
even killing doctors
the young men stopped
the number seven because it held
women's language
more ardently than before
relationship but, like
became more hysterical asis always changing