Sunday, March 30, 2008

The Three Part Arrival


Part One
I drink too much with the French women
I enjoy myself emencly
and tuck you in on the couch.

My alarm sounds
three times six hours later
all three times
I press ssnnnoooozzzzzeeee.
Finally with 20 mins. until
departure I rise and
panic pack pack panic.

My eyes burn and the thought of smoking makes me feel
blahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Change Deorderize
pee Shove
brush hair and teeth guzzle
wash and Bolt.


My head pounds
I stand on a crowed train
with luggage in tow

Then transfer
then train
then bus
then work

7 hours proceed
with ham and cheese
art classes
bank runs
and a few arguments with the five year old.

Part Two
After work public transit becomes a blurrrrrrr.
I sit motionless and stare at the layers of grey.
Two buses pass finally getting on the third
with luggage in tow I arrive again at ____ and ___________.

Three joints
One pumpkin pot tart
Five Marbroughs
latter

You drop me at the depature door.
This time I must master
appearing sober and relaxed
while
Checking in
Tagging
Bagging
and Security.

I have half and hour to complete those tasks.
Though my brain is mush and paranoia is lurking,
I proceed.

Pockets empty
sweater, braclets, rings, necklace, shoes, bobbiepins, belt and bag
removed and placed in tub.

My pants begin to fall down
I don’t have the time to put all the metal
back in it’s place.

Clamazipan I miss you.

Part Three
Four thousand feet above sea level
and I’m watching Americas next Top model
reading Harry Potter
and wondering who wants to have sex in the washroom.

The pumpkin pot tart kicks in and I’m a messssss.

craving soda
and unable to practice restraint
I go on a sugar binge somewhere over Saskatwan.

An hour to midnight you greet me

with a cold wind and a black sky.
I can taste the traces of winter in my month and
smell the signs of spring in the tip of my big british nose.

Our eyes meet and you wink
like our friendship is a secret
with a language unto it’s self.

My cheeks puff
lips elongate and strech.

My heart and shoulders relax
and my breath becomes light as you ask me for a smoke.

I laugh
those were my first words to you last time.
as our timing is always prefect I reach for the Malborhs
sign and offer a light.


Brown reflecting brown
in a continual cycle
reflecting and reflecting and reflecting.

2,400 km from home just
to get home.

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