Friday, July 31, 2009

Bloor bookstore


I take out cash to pay my library fines
but these bills are so hot they don’t even make it
into my pocket to smolder
before I must thrust them, flaming,
at the cashier of the used bookstore,
and blow on my charred fingers.

On the corner, three teenagers strum familiar songs.
I cast my change in their guitar case, sensing
the reuniting of myself in parallel dimensions
-- we are all here at this moment,
wandering Bloor Street with these big books
whose pages have attained self-realization,
being pencil-marked and well-turned.


Check out my latest post on LAID, Can we handle the truth?

4 comments:

Dorkmaster Flek said...

Aaaaaah, I love it! A little Dark Tower nod there, perhaps? :) And great find at the bookstore!

Shannon Teres said...

I love the library and bookstores - who ever goes the Chapters route is a sucka!

p.s. thanks for your piece. I'm still waiting on two other girls to send theirs. And I'm not gonna read anyone's til I have everyone's. CAN'T WAIT. Oh and did you find another girl who may be interested?

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