this Bic is spent I carefully tuck it back in my hip pocket. to cast it off would tickle my fear, so I’m re-intimated with another piece of permanent rubbish. It’s very dark on this side of 17th avenue ( the skid needs no illumination) reeking local brew seeps out the barn doors to guide […]
Filed under: j fisher, Poems by, RE:ACT Art & Community Together - Calgary Poetry Project by editor Date 5 May, 2013
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i work here in the heat and the dust of the big dream-hump swing shift – 14 to 16 hours a day under the merciless sun like some new slave to an old dream so i don’t wanna hear your grovel gravel bullshit about help, or light or the TIME or the SPACE. just suck […]
Filed under: Home & Away, j fisher by akublik Date 4 December, 2009
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