CONFESSIONS
CHOOSING MY CONFESSIONS
There is a giant Yellow t-shirted +rotund on the
fire escape across the way Every day he gazes over
the parapet into the abyss Long hard +deep I see him
in the mornings when I have only just arisen from REM
sleep
He is the spitting image of the man in my dreams who
recurrently bellows: SECOND HALF OF LIFE! Welcoming
me to my very own Divina Comédia And reminding me of the
boy I therapied for 5 yrs. Every single session began with lights
out He would then shout: WELCOME TO MY NIGHTMARE!
Bedlam +debauchery would ensue He +his bro had been sexually
abused by step-dad + bro had began to molest him They were 5+7
Several years later someone from stage left screamed: Which abyss can
you possibly be gazing into Mrs. Therapist?
One where the future grows more uncertain everyday Until there will not
be one (You can take your 2nd half of life and..) At the same time your religion
has become: your family beauty not a little rock+roll +boat loads of Don Julio
Yet it is also true that you remain certain of the fact: that those are not clouds
They’re stairs
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ESCAPE ROUTES OVER TORONTO RIGHT NOW
Summer 2017
