I step
out of the car
onto the
concrete floor
(another
job interview)
conscious of my
collared shirt
choking
stifling
…feeling
too
r
e
spect
able
* yelling *
hind
to the sound
of a man
in his 20’s
short…wiry,
an intense
physical
presence…
* angry *
he’s been in some fights…
maybe lost a few
…crazy enough
to have won some too…
a
n
d
he’s walking beside a short thin girl
who looks alone,
her crooked smile
she’s floating in the cloud of her dreams
and he’s…
more…
…agitated…
with each
and
every step…
she
floats…
lost in a land
away from this / his madness…
floating to a place
where dreams come true
???
not crashing
smashing
screaming
floating
d
o
w
n
dundas street in fucking
and he’s…
getting louder
hysterical
angrier
more ferocious
with each
and
every step…
…she floats…
her life
stationary
waiting
for the dream
to
*
take hold…
he
walks
she
floats
to the entrance
of Citi Plaza
he slams down his
tiny bike
he’s been pushing
to the
concrete floor,
they
float
into
citi plaza
into
a big dose of
trouble.
with trepidation
to another interview
another chance
another opportunity
another possibility
misaligned
with my
collared shirt,
feeling
less alive
than
crystal meth
lovers…
floating
d
o
w
n
dundas street in fucking
Notes
Based on a true incident (P.S. I got the job – but, have moved on!). It made me wonder what the fuck was going on – feeling slightly “off” with my own reality. I was reflecting on who I am & / or was. When I revisited the whole “scenario”, a poem was born, I was surprised
Written: September 2nd & 3rd, 2017