Peal, Chime, Toll
Des piments verts—And keep the bed unmade you will like it
like that—the wicker bottom chair and there’s a highway
in our favour with a cheap ride and there are tall lights, a set
of wet eyes at the airport she
of wet eyes at the airport she
smoked on the platform; a woman named Anita rants there
in the grey dusk and you thought, “fuck
in the grey dusk and you thought, “fuck
yeah lady with a cigarette, the whole world is nothing with-
out him” and ran back. the crux of a neck
out him” and ran back. the crux of a neck
worm-woodless on the sugar cubes, canada; there is a place
you are banned from: a fat dude in
a tennis ball green shirt and a six point star—Des
piments verts.
you are banned from: a fat dude in
a tennis ball green shirt and a six point star—Des
piments verts.
And keep the bed unmade, you will like it like that; an un-
manned buyer’s card and a booze-bot; a
manned buyer’s card and a booze-bot; a
chair on westmount’s major walker street, a bad pair of faux
crocodile loafers, they’re shiny black;
crocodile loafers, they’re shiny black;
useless buckles; his non-pockets, what did you like so much
about your psychiatrist in the snow belt?
about your psychiatrist in the snow belt?
that special connection? “i liked her because she was pretty.
she was very pretty
And she loved me.”—There is
she was very pretty
And she loved me.”—There is
a foggy town; a house at the end of a secret lane that i am
terrified of there is
terrified of there is
a jig to be done in front of the harpsichords a wish and there
are wet eyes on the highway,
are wet eyes on the highway,
so keep the bed unmade you will like it like that the wicker
bottom chair is in our favour
bottom chair is in our favour
for a cheap ride and there are tall lights at all en routes it is
grey dusk sometimes it goes pitch black
grey dusk sometimes it goes pitch black
Tampion (Metatron, 2014) is Ali Pinkney's first collection of poetry. She lives in Montreal.
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