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Which War Ends When?His parachute turns a
silk wedding dress
cut gun metal grey
amongst her army greens.
She tilts, falling
down the final aisle,
flanked with wounded men
cocked and aimed,
sighting her with a slight lead.
The future is
her eyes on horizon.
Looking back shows his
silk slowing her descent,
warming her with promised,
wild eyed children,
her own eyes wild with
fledgling fears now
thrown wide of the nest
could never be like
her movie dream, he
in starched uniform,
brass and stripe,
tremor creeps through,
as she relents,
her bouquet trembles,
her hands quake like earth.
The men fall away,
picked off by an army
of time. Ahead lies
only ground, she thinks
she'll survive the
reception. She's trained
to dance, to survive
the spinning madness of it.
War cut men gasp.
Her parachute taught against
their wind. They see in her
an oily danger survived.
Sonnet P 61, 3Upon a muted sea, you'll find I drift
Alone since you, my wind, had cause to leave.
My sails are breathless, though the rig does shift.
My oars refuse to pull the waters' weave.
A torturous love has stretched me on your rack,
To burn for lips as does a cigarette,
But memories of you seem the strong attack,
When coupled with your choosing to forget.
Are thoughts of me regarded as so slight
No port remains where they may dock less loathed?
Have not my ropes and rig remained as tight
As times gone by when we stretched out less clothed?
But yet you utter nothing of your plot
From where you lie amidst the graveyard lot.
Autumn Senryu Two1.
here in the kitchen
from a cold I let in
lovers' muffled whispers
between box spring groans
First Findingsdarker horses
diamond-encrusted, pink virginities
the desire to break in
and snap one of the strings
take in legs, like twin towers
his soul constantly dragging
through half-melted snow
inconsistent dark meat
smiling through a mauling
to love it
at all times, and under every banner
when the wrong man wins
Missed ConnectionsMonday, March 1, 2004 -- Sunnybrook Hospital
It was about mid day. I had managed to pee on a blanket and wrap myself in it. You were the nice nurse who liked my drawing, and my singing voice, and you told me I was very smart.
Tuesday, March 2, 2004 -- Sunnybrook Hospital
You were knitting in my room when I woke up. It had been a long night. You took me to get a tea in the atrium, and were very sweet. Sorry I tried to escape! Where can I find that hat pattern?
Give me a call.
Tuesday, March 9, 2004 -- Bethune C.I.
You were in a crowd of students gathered in the foyer during a lunch break. I walked in and took off my clothes, looking for answers. Hope I didn't offend.
What are you up to?
Tuesday, March 9, 2004 -- Scarborough Grace Hospital Emergency
You probably didn't see me. I came in with some cuts on my face, wearing leg irons. I was waiting to see a doctor.
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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