torn labels

mountains like me                 will go on rising
in san fransisco                  dream sequences

and daughters of                  low pressure
will be set upon                  shelves of albion ice

alice in my Arms
like a mountain of snow
around and everything avalanche…

pickt th flower frozen
and stood there til spring
in mourning

***

in a coffee bar
of golden smog

                                                bound to the bean / teeth stains
                                                downtown toronto never ends
                                                in legs

( darkness                  morality           city)

be glad th flower was pickt
for those are some heavy boots, man

            see th calendar
            and scruffy ondaatje

our scruffy ondaatje
and his sandoz eyes
our best mind is not five minutes
from th bloor street bridge
where it died

he has his mountain calendar under
his arm and seismically
waves

            to no one
            or
            in a coffeeshop  

# posted by hardyf : 12:18