POETS
DON’T TELL ME WHAT THE POETS ARE DOING
2 men list by brothers for certain perhaps even twins
their gait speaks of alcohol so too red faces gazes semi
blank though clothes expensive we are after all habitués
of the Art & Design District
leather jackets white piping designer jeans despair in faces
could be artists who’ve made it? now can’t remember hunger
drove one to paint jesus as a jesus freak on a corner in Galilee
the other to dredge words up out of a dank soul words like:
you minions of the un-alive you who are so moored in your own
bullshit you find it hard to roll clear un-do un-see un-learn
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Spring 2016 for Gord Downie
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