Two Poems

Hôtel-Dieu What a great open wound a day can be. Destiny falters at a moody clip down St. Dominique in light’s afterparty. No demands for swift and central momentum, I only wish I were myself. For a moment the gauze is tight, but it isn’t there, around your left hand. Night drags its feet outside de Gaspé lofts with a mountain in the distance and a planet in the distance.     As If We Aren't Massive Midas running a golden stick along the fence and beyond into the day all May participating in money the way children do. Enjoy Breaking Through with the sun making a sun sound and water becoming aware of samsara 120 miles above Europa, Jupiter’s special moon. My affection bought a ladder, it showed me things I have never seen! Before! some landman from green Alberta screamed on the logging road. Kilometres from the border I threw my shoes out the window because because.