I’d like to hear something. Flattering.
May 31, 2012
Some Thoughts On Mortality
Books are scattered across the floor. The library has been closed. Down by the mayor. The books are angry in Toronto. Their words are all fed up. Threatening to take away. Humpty Dumpty’s name.
Eyes rolling around. Like dice in the palms. Of pick pockets. On Queen Victoria Day.
I’d like to hear something. Flattering. Anything that I could laugh. Off. Instead of this wonderful taste of temporariness. I wish I had the time. To reread. War and Peace. After learning Russian.
My daughters. Are living their lives. With boys. In another generation. Could have been dough boys. Or dead boys. Now. They seem more like lost boys. How much future is in the rear view mirror.