(Untitled 2)
This is the place
where they burn all of the unwanted oil paintings
polaroids
and rhyming couplets.
Outside the men simmer in their slumbers
upon the ventilation grates
and the women learn sexy new ways of walking
in high heels,
the letters upon the marquee
hadn’t changed even after the place was bought out
by igor vladimirov and ivan vladimirski
the perestroikan real estate kings
of the western prairies
until the day the number three bus rolled by
a little bit faster than usual
and all of the E’s fell like blue collared autumn suicides.
They lay scattered across the pavement
in all their glory
‘do s lif lov you mor than you lov it?’
- Josh Barsky