Slant

 

 

Warmly with your two hands hold me

lonely, let your voice unfold me

whisper to me, want me only,

slowly lead me, love me wholly.

 

Let me lay thee, lust unwinding

trusting fate and love unbending

send me unsigned text for mending

end thy lines by pining rhyme.

 

Lead me closer, keep on laughing

graphing fear in gilded mapping

almanacs of love are baffling

trapping tastes of love in time.

 

So sweet as summer, slyly fool me

slide betwixt thy two loves dually

truly tell me something soothing

leave your love, or fear to lose me.

 

Slowly, coldly, you behold me

lonely fractured words unfold me

falling warnings start to bolden

scrawled to poems, soon to olden.

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Anthem

 

 

. O Canada!

. Our home        native land!

.             patriot love in all                       command.

.                          we see thee rise,

. True

. From far

.                          we stand on guard

. God, keep                                        free!

.                       we stand on guard

.                                   we stand on guard

This City is Melting

 

 

In the end,

icicles dangle off the edge of the roof, regardless.

Frozen striations that point to the ground,

sharp as the tip of a thawing pen.

Winter’s just a pressure change–some warm air

to make glass knives cascade and shatter on the sidewalk

that floods the road where whiteness combusts in thuds

on a blank blanket that seeps into the greys and browns of grease and gravel,

so icebergs islands of last month’s snowfall

float in the briny lagoons of this afternoon.

This is the beginning.

 

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