That's It

I drank a beer
And I couldn't shut up
Every smell made me five years old again
—I want that I want that—
And the words flowed out like piss
And it was a relief to
__let them go

Charcoal ablaze
the hiss of meat
the promise of comfort
of plenty
and the idea that
it would go on and on—

There are no more dinosaurs
Eat them while you can

O Suburbs

O Suburbs
Do your trees embrace you
Like lovers?
Are your ample lots the full breasts of
__Middle-class dreams,
Dotted with the nipples of four-bedroom houses and
__the aureoles of driveways and swimming pools?
Do you quiver to open your legs
__to coming cocks of immigration
__and moan to the prowess of
__North America
__as the children spill out
__thirsty for the milk of gasoline
__crying for the cradle of the SUV

O Suburbs
Do you lick your fingers as
You suck the bones of
Africa, Asia, and Latin-inflected lands?
Do you lick your lips
__as they watch you
__fuck yourself
__on screens 30' high
__and wish they were
____inside you
______like me?

May I...

Women appear with their kids to
Celebrate the end of May
Warm sun and cloudless skies
__The only weather in all of Canadian experience
__That's perfect
Their minds greased by
Fruit-flavoured drinks, their thoughts turn to
Reveries of fruit-flavoured men
They talk to their sons like
The men they will become
While their husbands dial cell phones
To make arrangements to
Be late again

Beyond the Glass

Sometimes I imagine
I'm this unemployed but brilliant writer
Living in one room and somehow
Scraping by as
Every day
I sit at the same table
In the same bar
Drinking the same draught
Writing the novel that will make me famous as
Outside
The snow falls
Like the icing sugar of my life
__Just beyond the glass