Tuesday, June 02, 2009

Toronto

Dark spaceships
are deploying
overhead

But in the city below

The veil of buildings
just want to say
hello
to me

Dark faces pass by
gracefully
in multicolor
cabs

I wave
at their
dark
silhouettes

And imagine
they're blowing
kisses
all the way
back
to me

As they keep
slowly driving away

It is
a premontion
of my death

Concrete still looms
flowers will
always bloom
along Spadina
avenue

What have I done?
I've turned
everyone
into a demon

Feet step softly
onto
cool
long
grass

where passion flowers lay
theyme, sickle, and hay

Now I've turned it
all around

Basil, finches, and sage

Even the garbage cans
look graceful at
six am

Will the grey buildings
say goodbye to me
when i'm gone?

When they don't
know me
anymore?

3 comments:

cara said...

"even the garbage cans look graceful at six am"

that is magical!!

wolfBoy said...

holy sh*t! awesome. that line grabbed me, too.

i would change the "gracefully" part though, maybe to multicolor gracefully cabs, even though it doesn't make sense. something about the metre doesn't quite work there.

but crap, man. this is awesome.

Anita said...

I know, I was drunk when I wrote this. I re-read it this morning when and realized that the metre was totally off. I'll fix it.