I have a dream todayOf vast, immortal marble rising over the state of MassachusettsUpon which is mounted the golden rotunda of the grand State houseAnd outside that spectacle, on the streets that surroundA rebellion mounts against the oppressors and the tyrantsAnd the masses rise with their guns and their spiritsAnd stand before a world thatContinue reading “America”
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British Columbia Highway One
Sarcastic beams of light reflected in the rearviewImposing intermittent vignettes on sprawling golden fieldsAnd bumpy asphalt (with no hard shoulder)Languidly stretched across the heart of the continentAnd a dark red car with no front plateIts view ever fading beneath the eastern horizoncrying ‘wait for me, I fell behind’ And under condominium lightslay the world inContinue reading “British Columbia Highway One”
Watchman, What of the Night?
– I. The Burial of the Dead – And so I asked him:‘Watchman, dear Watchman, what of the Night?What is left of the Light? My sight? I’d rather dreamOf snow-sprinkled dawns and little wooden bridgesOn rickety dashboards against distant Rocky ridgesOr silvery Citibank lights twinkling with Manhattan trepidationOr a glittering London with SkyTrain stations.’ ButContinue reading “Watchman, What of the Night?”