I’m Home

I’m Home.

I’ve never been happier

to smell the noxious cones

on your disambiguated asphalt

not to sound unbroken

but I’ve never really had a home

but you

I’ve never been happier

to bask in the carboniferous fumes

of your asphyxiated taxis

your petals of violet

your sewer-vapours of doom

I’ve never been happier

to eat from your pestilent medusas,

nor to waltz amongst the carcasses

of your seismic lagoon

must it be

that ‘mongst your putrified forests

I’ve found my freedom

must it be

that your cab drivers and your

pedantic, impoverished pedlars

are living my room:

my halcyon moon

- Vancouver

Family Day 2020