i laugh
with the noose
and the knife
oh, we laugh
together
hard
Watching the clouds
I wonder what you dream of now…
Trailways
it is there in the thicket,
i know the roses dream.
there is a simplicity
buried there
that is not for me.
still, i imagine love to be something like
photosynthesis
and as i stroke your hair
in the dappled sunlight of these days,
i promise my rootless self
to continue holding on
Troubled
sometimes
it is hard to believe
that there could be
so much kindness
in one pair of eyes
Boul St-Laurent
the street was full
of wolves
last night
famished packs
of sexually aggressive
perpetually frustrated
males
all teeth and eyes
howling
pacing
hunting
for a thrill
for a fuck
for a kill
for another kill
for one more kill
those starving bellies
clamoring
just one more kill
How are you?
Have you ever felt like you were disappearing?
Humming a tune
i can’t hear the music
anymore
i can’t hear
the dizzying mirth
of your laughter
mingling with mine
under distant stars
but i can see
the frost on the lawn
shining with moonlight
and i remember you
oh, i do
the minutes
the hours
the days
have crept away like thieves
in the night
still, i remember you
your laugh
your smile
your sighs
your gentle ways
the years have wrapped their rough hands
around my throat
still, i remember you,
i do