"Brained & Greased" and "Riding the Yonge line North"
Brained & Greased
sticky fat
glob of
get
& gone
12,000 stations of the cross
like Lana on a hot streak
token dull grey eyes
the turnstile maims every trip but this one
Riding the Yonge line North
Rosedale, next station Rosedale
A kind of secret flower, teasing us to seize it
Rosedale, Rosedale
Train stops, the car shifts with passengers leaving and entering, their beaten up shoes, even the high heel ones, looking like blunt-faced amphibians
same tired voice announces
Summerhill, next station Summerhill as the landscape makes its predestined changes
Summerhill, Summerhill
Nothing echoes back except this stripping down
this discarding
Davisville, next station Davisville
We’re shedding history
Davisville, Davisville
Vibrating the body out of its lethargy
doors open and close
backdrop but a synaesthetic explosion too
Eglington, next station Eglinton
A white, synaptic dot in a yellow neural line posted in each subway car
narrated of course, sotto voice and soft shoe