(By Gub, the 3rd of March, Toronto)
I'm drifting in
And out
Of this meeting
And wishing I
Could leave
My body,
My mind
Depart please
Now
Over
The sea
It's 4pm in my world and
Midnight in yours.
The women are droning
Horse-voiced
Wraiths
Dry and sharp
Arid
Humorless
I yearn
To laugh
Flex ribs
Around a
Funny cotton-reel
Wound tight around a
rubber band and a pencil
Play tanks across the grass
See you smile, watch our son
Roll down the bank
Our dog dive in and out
Of the daisies and butterflies
Flirt free....
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