vol. 2:
Allegedly about a guitar
(Canada, Apr 2015)
The journey to Canada begins, that land without an emoji flag.
// Pearson International Airport, Toronto, ON, Canada
// Ripley’s Aquarium, Toronto, ON, Canada
// Ripley’s Aquarium, Toronto, ON, Canada
Toronto is judging you ;;
// The River I Step In Is Not The River I Stand In
// bridge over The Don, Toronto, ON, Canada
Found on a sill in Corktown, pricking me back to my first cactus && my first seeds of Flannery O’Connor, reading The Geranium.
// Corktown, Toronto, ON, Canada
// The Distillery, Toronto, ON, Canada
Brokered a deal with Amber ;; break eggs, slice fruit ;; receive waffles and syrup.
[our days in Toronto were pluck-full of questions ;; customs agents, baristas, house party attendees, EMTs]
// Why’d you come to Canada?
Looking for b’s guitar ;;
// Where’s his guitar?
Kingston ;;
// Why Kingston?
Amber’s got it ;;
// Who’s Amber?
No idea.
[sorry you couldn’t see him strung out as this lost love reappeared ;; wish you were here]
Leaving Queens up one guitar ;; onward now to Montreal
We understand the lights above Rue Saint-Denis ;; we understand so much.
// Rue Saint-Denis Montreal, QB, Canada
NJ where beaches, still recovering, still winter-chilled, are warming.
// wingshot photo credit to B Donald
Came to Canada ;; all I got was news from back home.
// photo credit B Donald
// Toronto, ON, Canada
// Ripley’s Aquarium, Toronto, ON, Canada
Welcome to Canada ;; where April is the cruelest month
// Corktown, Toronto, ON, Canada
Hope: the thing with feathers, little snapping bones ;;
// University of Toronto, Toronto, ON, Canada
Dance the dance you dance // don’t dance the dance people who dance dance. (Chalkboard Platypus, 2015)
&& it’s been years && years
Fell through a spare door into a jazzy candle-space ;; wooden bar wrapped around, the mitochondrial fashion
// Big in Japan, Montreal, QB, Canada
Come to Montreal, they said. We’ve got shelled-out phone booths // only thing wicked about our ghosts is how friendly they are, they said[1].
[1] (but in French)
// Rue Saint-Laurent, Montreal, QB, Canada
“Lake Champlain” say my real friends ;;
“Real plain” say my sham friends ;;
