Mtl. Cab Ride

Pin Striped Suit with a business card;
Paid for my cab and requested me for dinner.

“I have an exam in the morning”
— a future to uphold
you picked the wrong kind of sinner,
I’m too busy for temporary gold.

Published in the 125th edition of The Mitre, Canada’s oldest student Literary Journal.

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2019 Update: I would like to publicly say that I am all for people who are into temporary gold. This poem is by no way intended to shame anyone.

Droning On

Dawn was upon us.
As we watched the evening sky disappear into a pink and purple sea,
the familiar hum began.
Every morning while driving across the sky,
the automatic species’ song lulled us to sleep.
As the sun did its duty,
and we went to a dream.
A dream where what once was, was still there.
When we didn’t drone on and on
about the wait to be woken,
For a sense of purpose is long gone.

Published in the 125th edition of The Mitre, Canada’s oldest student Literary Journal.

Eulogy

I lost my eulogy,
I suppose it was for the best.
For, it wasn’t composed beautifully,
If anything it was a mess.
And my life’s purity-
It was torn with that polka dotted black dress.
That premature, maturity
With Deaths sweet caress.
And its surreal obscurity,
It’s not glamorous; I must confess.

Published in the 122nd edition of The Mitre, Canada’s oldest student Literary Journal.