My Hair Is On Fire
(excerpt)
ACTS OF LEVITATION
Boats on the lake tip toeing. The
tightrope across the horizon.
Rubens women in pieces. Locked in 3rd
floor rooms. Shaking their keys at me.
Long drive. 2 lanes of asphalt. The
flats on the way to the sea. Pools of water where a family of
raccoons have drowned.
The Queen is on every quarter. Shaking
them at me.
The British wore red coats. The French
were dressed in blue. Omar Khadr killed an enemy soldier. Ten years
in Gauntamano Bay for not wearing the correct colours.
Gone to the racetrack, picking my
losers. Fillies. Shaking their fists at me.
In the cold ground justice has a simple
rule. Saints and tyrants. Shrews and Secretaries of State. Bow before
the emperor worm.
Sunday at the beach. Performing various
forms of levitation. I was vertical. The beautiful girls showed me a
new trick. They looked right through me. Some days I think I'd have
been better off staying in bed. A blind man dances, his cane in his
hand, shaking it at me.
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