Selected Poems
Hockey Player at 2am
In the washroom,
blood drips from an un-bandaged open brow.
Red drops clot in spots on white porcelain and
run along the basin wall and down the drain.
A single car trudges by, uncaring
on snow numb macadam of the boulevard.
Never having looked in the mirror.
Across the hall, she sleeps
in an orange street light lit room.
She has become used to sleeping alone
and being awoken with a hushed whisper of
“I am just going to hospital for stitches, I'm ok.”
She rolls over and after a spot inspection, coldly
“You used to be much better looking.”
Midnight beer leagues have no trainers or anyone
brave enough with ˝ circle sutures, like back home.
A green eyed fly is killed in one swipe, without thought.
No distractions, during the corridor walk, down to triage.
The tired attendant, insensitive, rushes to
start sewing before anesthetic takes effect.
We both have to go to work, later this morning.
blood drips from an un-bandaged open brow.
Red drops clot in spots on white porcelain and
run along the basin wall and down the drain.
A single car trudges by, uncaring
on snow numb macadam of the boulevard.
Never having looked in the mirror.
Across the hall, she sleeps
in an orange street light lit room.
She has become used to sleeping alone
and being awoken with a hushed whisper of
“I am just going to hospital for stitches, I'm ok.”
She rolls over and after a spot inspection, coldly
“You used to be much better looking.”
Midnight beer leagues have no trainers or anyone
brave enough with ˝ circle sutures, like back home.
A green eyed fly is killed in one swipe, without thought.
No distractions, during the corridor walk, down to triage.
The tired attendant, insensitive, rushes to
start sewing before anesthetic takes effect.
We both have to go to work, later this morning.
