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I want a crane poem to / deconstruct the sarcophagus-heavy helmet and corset, the luminescent poster-sun on the wall
Like the mice of my childhood, blowing to soothe heels they nibbled on with white chainsaw teeth, this mood settles like forty storeys of smog, floating before the building of carbon climbs my breath, the hand at my chest clutching for purchase crushed, too, thoughts of escape squirming in the Brownian chamber. Give me a winch poem to unspool the infinite turban of brain fog; a turbine poem to ventilate those trees in my lung forest, the ones with elastic bands of sap garrotting their craning necks; I want a crane poem to deconstruct the sarcophagus-heavy helmet and corset, the luminescent poster-sun on the wall; a wrecking-ball poem I can hide inside—a knuckle duster that breaks the warden’s eye socket, enjambs the signet finger in a door; a sock poem with pennies for the kidneys of this alley—I want this depression pissing blood after hits to the side; I want renal-stone poems that never let go of corridors, stabbing from within with boot knives; a heel poem to withstand jeers and be foul, fight dirty against the adulation of sadness, and take a windlass to its intestines; I am advocating violence, a hand to wrench the lead apron from the gonads of this thing, to allow it to die like the rest of us, but not before we all get a glimpse of sun.
The Walrus is located within the bounds of Treaty 13 signed with the Mississaugas of the Credit. This land is also the traditional territory of the Anishnabeg, the Haudenosaunee, and the Wendat peoples. Read more on our About Us page.
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