January 23, 2009


I was inspired to this one after watching the opening to The Usual Suspects not too long ago. Also, by a poem I wrote called Citylights, in the style of my father-in-law, the people’s poet James Deahl. I used to ride my bike to my 12 am – 2 am radio show, Saturn’s Rings, at a local university, and to get there I’d bike around the Hamilton harbour, and Cootes’ Paradise. It was in this way that I first saw the crazy visual effect of what appeared to be vast, descending walls of light, stretching bottomlessly into a faux-chasm, but were actually just streams of reflected light from the trail-posts across the harbour.


across the harbour

make Van Gogh’s
yellow icicles

dance and shiver
down laps of liquid glass

like drooping gold necklaces tempered
in the hands of black fire

the deep walls
of a never-carved chasm

city of lights


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