2/02/2011

















land of iron
land of junk iron
land of that which is hinter
land of that which is not toronto
land of pieces of shit buildings
land of cars driving and parking
land of late winter grey snowbanks
land of what is seen from commuter bus window
land of grise or that which is grisly or greyed out
land of grottiness glimpsed through grit
land of grocery stores the size of cities
land of gritty parkinglots, ground glass, gravel rooftops of the
land of greatness, great size, greatly going, going through
land of all one can see from window of commuter bus
land of qew the long highway, the longest highway one has ever known
land of sitting in a seat and looking out the window of the commuter bus
land of that which has been covered in gravel, hoarfrost of salt, dirt, shit, urine,
land of sweatfrost and the various slowmoving body fluids which comprise this
land of internal organs, lakes and streams, fens, bloodways, bloody
land of scabs, frozen blood, blood on the arm, hot knives agains the body
land of people on qew the long highway and in the various great cities
 
going to hamilton
going to see the king
passing under king st and
wearing the yellow and the black
wearing it out and
wearing it back
passing the city hall and 
seeing the people
standing in the square
holding signs and
huddling in the wintertimes
seeing the people vs. u.s. steel
staying warm by the fires
firing up the steel drum
staying warm by the old cokefire
sitting down by the fireside bright
burning the home fires
stoking the coalfire
holding the hot iron
fucking cold out
camping out on mary st. or
going home in the dark
holding hands over the stove's
glowing elements
staying warm
heating up the can
eating from the can (you can)
getting all liquored up and
holding a hot knife
holding it against the body
having iron in the hand and
carrying iron around
carrying it in the coatpocket
keeping the iron warm with the hand
warming the iron up
hearing about u.s. steel
spending 55 million $/yr to be
heating an empty building
heating the steel walls of the
building on depew st. where the
parking lots are motherfucking empty
 
were it cold, boy? were it ever
i say, i say: it were the coldest on record.
boy it were a hard one, hard to do or make,
hard times, dang, harder than iron, iron lung.
i say, i say: king kong's dingdong

1 comment:

Unknown said...

you should be named the king's poet.

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