"Beer sign"
Out of things to recognize,
I watch from the inside
of a streetcar that was
never named Desire,
that was never named anything
but it stops on Dufferin,
the driver's words yearning
over the intercom in shades of grey
which match the streets, the stones,
the faces.
Color beckons from a beer sign like a whore,
luminescent, pubescent
above the crumbling dreams
of architects.
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An Alchemy of Words
PoetryA collection of my poems, both old and new. Notable Rankings: 1 in #poetsofwattpad (2021-06-01) 1 in #poetryclub (2021-06-01) 1 in #poetrycommunity (2021-06-18) 1 in #slampoetry (2022-04-13) 1 in #wattpadpoets (2022-04-13) 1 in #wattpadpoet (2022-04...