Dream Sketched From Memory by David Leo Sirois

We wash our hands with coffee grounds & light, & pulse still. New water reaches for our air in your coffee/tea temple’s constellation of plants. Out-of-doors, Canada Road hides under sharp snow, shares forward-steps & sideways triple-steps with us, dances impromptu swing. Brown-beige blanched façades lost in hollowed histories this shortened sun-span, before the inner Witness ~ spectator of sleep, who records dream-scenes to show … Continue reading Dream Sketched From Memory by David Leo Sirois

“He suffered, & he suffered, & he suffered – then on the seventh day, he took a break. Then, he suffered!” by David Leo Sirois

There is a painful lack of pigeons on the pavement at this moment. My entire being aches for how they go out dancing still wearing their office clothes at 5:05pm – pressed cuffs a-clangin’ against pointy shoes – displaying smart grey suits or black with fancy white stripes – even dirt-colored birds know how to groove & shake it. Wind-blown cartwheelin’ plastic bags covered with … Continue reading “He suffered, & he suffered, & he suffered – then on the seventh day, he took a break. Then, he suffered!” by David Leo Sirois

“Vanity Pigeon” by David Leo Sirois

A good plume spray helps me feel whole but merely the name of a cheese from goats makes me run to my colognes What else could it mean      to “become an adult” but the purchasing power      for creams & powders ~ I swore off soap ages ago ~ My mirror tells me     Beauty is freedom though it is such a burden too The staring becomes so tiresome ~ … Continue reading “Vanity Pigeon” by David Leo Sirois