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