- The Royal York
I’m forever seduced by the romance
of empty wooden desks in this lobby
old and glamorous as a diamond.
Someday I will sit here and write
lines of trash in laborious penmanship.
Alas, my muse is a rawboned rover
who cannot bear the weight
of ambiance; I'm doomed
to scrap paper scribbles on
crowded subway seats.
- St. Andrew’s Church
Reverent silence, broken
by the stray coughs of mortals
and the surreptitious turning
of comic book pages.
In Toronto, religion
is handed out on street corners;
you need to know where to look
for good Romanesque Revivals
and quiet reading rooms.
- Urban Affairs Library
Reference only. I keep coming back
like a foolish girl waiting for love
from a one hundred night stand.
You're everything I ever wanted, but
you'll never come home with me
to meet my parents.
Where do you go or what do you do on your lunch hour?