Friday, May 12, 2006

Paper bag poem*

Lived on Huron, just off of Bloor
those Victorian houses, shabby and weird
insides painted in so many colours
abhorrent shades
layers, and years, visible in the chips
not beige or bland
an electric blue bathroom with a silver radiator
shaky windows looking out to a school yard
rooftop to rooftop, sagging and sliding
the coach house press where once we spotted Michael Ondaatje
from the back with his crazy hair


*Written on a paper bag, a long time ago (probably before 2000)
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