I Am Your City
I am your city
whose light you watch
from a distance
from a dark county
I whose sirens you listen for
from a quiet place
I whose heat you feel
from the cool countryside
come to me woman
my urban lust calls
you
my painted ladies wait
my drunken sidewalk
beckons
bring your simple bucolic
charm to me
I am your city
Come, this body calls
you out of the country
Come taste me
the sweat of my shaven brow
rising out of the land
like stiff cock
follow your flesh
I await
I arise before dawn
Sinners love me
and you will too
stay past dusk
Lady
drunk on the sunrise
stay past your bedtime
bring your golden calves
from your pasture
my ravenous heart
gathers a porcine
heap
await my darling
I call my love
you will come
my dear
you will arrive
my love
my love you will suffer
You Leaving with the Circus
You’ve packed all your feet and all
your eyeballs
the smell of your nose
and the sound of your ears
now you’ve put away your
looks and your stares
Took your woke and worn
you’ve packed away your pretty things
and your ugly things
you’ve put away your tooth and your tongue
your dead and wounded
you’ve put away
with all you remember
and forgot
you’re taking your escapades
and affairs
away
Your taking your walk and your run
your come and your came
your fingers and your hands
storing away your laughter and your crying
your snoring and your sighing
gathering your riches and your rags
your elbows and your knees
your lips and your tongue
your fish and your frogs
folding you heartaches
and joy
you put away
Your pumpkins and you jack-o-lanterns
your poppies and jack rabbits
taking your stairs
your ups and your downs
your smiles and your frowns
packing up your tent
and your elephant
the circus
is over
the clown
you leave
behind
In These Small Moments
I have nothing for you except flesh
I light the fire
your red mouth heavy
with chances
We forget our lives
alive
living
In these small moments
we
steal
Our words are meaningless
our
touches
like tentacles
our
kisses
empty
David Groulx was raised in the Northern Ontario mining community of Elliot Lake. He is proud of his Aboriginal roots – his mother is Ojibwe Indian and his father French Canadian.
David’s poetry has appeared in over a 150 publications. His latest book, Imagine Mercy was published by BookLand Press
–Art by Winoka Begay
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