rob mclennan – Two Poems

rob mclennan

Two Poems

I want to sleep in the runcible spoon
(after Michael Redhill

a life lived on a lake, pale as silt never settled we would anxiously breed through this giant insatiable the earliest map of a map of the stars deeper torn in the scene I want to scar in the runcible spoon, even more than I am an hour & a half trading glucose for mercury twenty minutes a fresh pot it is true I have come inside I have a headache as wide as the northern lights is that canadian enough? white wine I can’t drink w/out frontal lobe knives I was distracted from rapture a snap in the sky like a tear five minutes post-lightning our culture been eaten to bare small hands chew to one side everything is illuminated glowing tributes of storefront like a renaissance chapel , the cloud a low ceiling the air on the street like a tomb

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