Monthly Archives: April 2012

Something Like That | Version 1

On gentle hills and golden grass,
the wind and the moon played an orchestra.
Her reflection and his, made
contact in the glass.
His arms pinned at his sides,
in her close embrace.
Wildflowers were their only friends.

Let us break the heart of the air, she whispered.
And paint the leaves in green and red,
or colors that don’t exist.
Let us walk barefoot through the years.

One recent morning,
resting against their pillows – floral.
Drinking coffee in bed – black.
Looking good – not great.
No screaming in pain. Quiet as in church.
She wrote a note:
“The butterflies are flying away.”

– S
Toronto – April 22, 2012

Injury Headquarters

Telepathic misdirection;

superhuman drug;

slight overdose of you.

Where would you like to meet?

We try to remember that we are

always becoming popular.

He was naked, remembering?

Looking west;

looking west;

looking west.

Tracks are from


and species can

replace the host.

– S

Toronto – April 16, 2012