Dufferin to Spadina on King

Somehow I can't get Blogger to retain any of the formating of text. This poem should have a lot more complicated formating, but I think it works ok without it too. I wrote it over a couple of weeks riding the streetcar to work.

puma

shoe

tracks through

the

muddy

cigarette

snow

babbling

babylonians

babel

WAITING

for the third streetcar

HOPING

its nice and juicy always surprised when it isn’t

BUSY

he spreads his knees but feels kinda lonely, in a state this morning, moving like monkeys, like penguins, like

STORKS

disappointment on their polished angular faces, disapproving of the snowbanks they step grimly over with

COFFEE

Cultures Collide: white lids, brown lids, black lids, may yourbucks always be starbucks, your second cup always better than your coffee

TIME

on sunday morning coffee in one hand, pram in the other, her boots are made of spanish spanish

LEATHER

none of this pleather bullshit! Never underestimate a pregnant woman! She’s got a pretty face, but have you seen her

FEET

shuffling, he cuts through the crowd with a queens quarterly

and

alights down

amongst

the

babel --

snow