shy away those others come stop me from running
just wait here afraid until they migrate stay and freeze
that sigh following the weight gone my oh my
through it alright but so pricey
those blank fleeting moments
shifted my remnants around in the closet
they don't seem the same ghosts there now
held underfoot this passionate spirit
torn and bound its restlessness
exceeding its seams
been sleeping it seems to have
grown underneath it all you can't kill me it whispers
such song in my head so so small so long ago
yet never did you leave your will stronger
than this that i know but you know
you know better most of all and
you've been waiting all your life
for this
hello?
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
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