COOLEST
COOLEST POEM
Walking along Queen St. today minus30
10 steps and a mysterious cone of arctic-air
envelops me I worry that my barehead will
implode endangering all of the would-be
poems of 2015 As the light returns to Whoville
& the Grinch re-gifts stolen loot up+down the
streets of the 2nd coolest neighbourhood in the
world The more I hear this moniker the less I
like its sound Who wants to be the 2nd coolest?
Fer chrissakes there is no 2nd coolest there is only
the 1st
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Winter 2015
