OUR CATEGORY : Alan Girling

Vancouver city sirens

tap tap
the vinyl chords
spinal cords
in prayer
let them vibrate hum sing
down alley ways
down town east sides
mountain trails
snap snap
go the spinal chords
vinyl cords
in rage
they sweat shudder expire
in macadam puddles
out side
safe injection sites
peat bogs
wake wake
the body
to the sirens of the street
of the wood
of this natural / civic world
and know there is
no easy leaving
no right […]

scarcity

lemon juiceconcentrateis a bird these daysflying dailyfrom shelves in thisout of stockout of lucktime of want—not needmind youjust want
so with fouron the shelfit was—
here today no time likeit’s time to take […]

the good listener

you thought
I would hear you
you opened your notebook
you read your poem
but I didn’t know how
to hear
how to hear you
how to hear your poem
or any poem
your mistake was
thinking I was one
of the rare ones
who hear and
who can say
with confidence
you have been heard
a thousand poems later
some my own
if I’m able to say
at least to myself
you have been […]