forty-two, just three years
older than her,
but his big mitts hold
lightning.
course he don't always
get it right, but his fingers
feel the current,
and some instinctual thing
grabs his heart when
it's right.
he don't climb poles no more,
gave that up after some damn
electrical storm 'bout took off
his head, left him with black
burnt hair and a streak of fire
down his back and out
his ass.
but electrical progression
built him his new job,
a sparky business full of
current events,
and some spice.
he gave up wimmin for her,
spotted her working on her barn,
thought she looked tight,
a little burnt by marriage,
tired of being a socket
to some cranked up male.
then, the trouble sizzled,
and Jack connected with her,
a big-time fit, that sure did
short-circuit her marriage.
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.
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,
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