I wipe steam off the cold mirror
surprised by the images.
Twigs of spruce
yellow spikes of pine candles
thin blue mushrooms
incandescent in the shadows.
As the sun goes down on the woods
its warmth spills away
like blood from a living thing.
I peer then, as one flashes
to far worlds in the moment of a dream,
I peer through a small window
to see […]
tires bumping and dust rising
we rattle past fields of unkind soil
along a dirt-forgotten road
the ethereal sky
sings out its universal summer blue
and rolling hills (which I, in ignorance,
call mountains)
bid us round the bend
a lopsided road sign bears witness to
Dunsville, Pop. 207,
where a string of injured houses
lurch hopefully towards the road
we hurl past
a weary paint-chipped barn
the carcasses […]
At 2am
an ant on the ceiling
with the proportions
of a medium sized Rex Murphy,
an eagle rotisseried
on a lattice
of faux wood window blinds
Arbutus trees, stripped naked,
teasing,
frigging their come hither leaves
against the frigid glass
a militia of grasshoppers
rustling their little legs
across the bedhead
with an Ignatieff
of ineffectual rifle fire.
There are
musket laden woodsmen
under the eaves,
playing cards,
drunkenly sobbing
for the loss of centuries,
of […]
