Sunday, August 27, 2006

two from rasputins

andrea banjoes heartbreak, sings a montreal cold storm
masters capo mathematics

some of this applicable
only in winter

like you she is
comfortable riding
the bus

a pair of sneakers
strung above
street lights show
walking down bronson
or is it up?

this is august
you continue
snowflakes of her voice
melting you down
to midnight


wind blown over bottle
anticipates an arrival

rozalind presses a pedal
to loop memory

an island where unwashed people
take her in

not toronto, not family

a microphone
guitar and small room
far from grey hound bus pass
small suitcase of lyric travels
for sale, a string of breaking

yes she calls ottawa

1 comment:

Anonymous said...


I was so touched by this poem. Thank you for putting your beautiful thoughts into magical words. : )

It was so wonderful to see you again, even if it was for a short visit. Thank you for bringing the sunshine to our Rasputin's show. Will miss you but will look forward to seeing you again soon.

Many Hugs,

Love Rozalind