The sky has fangs. It’s laughing wet. It encourages binary thinking. It sings a song about today and collects friends like coins. I can work through this.
Let me tell you, my midsoles are soaked. I’ve discovered how a ‘you’ can equal a total absence. “Achoo” goes the local strongman and everybody’s back breaks.
Mary Weiss tries to sing Memories, Dreams, Reflections and then hard sells Barcelona chairs to middle management. Even so, I can make out how the skating rink becomes medieval in the summer like Cousin Brucie swings his warhammer at the Meadowlands.
In the backyard of the second century, Tertullian wrote, “Feel that which causes you to feel.” Wow. I’m just going to go on my knees and ask the internet to mitigate alienation with a lullaby. I’m going to go and ask kids to bring back Vladimir Propp on a popsicle stick.
The guru won’t allow me to even say ‘self.’ The guru barely allows me to push language into its own meta-aura beyond/not-beyond concreteness. A many-chambered potentiality limited by a canaille of spiritual aesthetics. Every psycho-hermeneutics eventually finds fear. Someone’s itching to pass the torch. If only our chosen champ could do more than grunt.
There’s also that song about southern California but I’m waiting for a meta-north tune. Actually, I’m pulling for something zodiacal, personal and (frankly, basically) Canadian. For in the ancient muskeg of the Hudson Bay Lowlands (the fuck west of Polar Bear Provincial Park) I dug. It took me a lifetime but I dug and I found the right earthenware spit jar for my parasympathetic nervous system. It was a perfect match. It was a success story. I wear the prize around my neck like a one-way mirror they used to use in my behavioural psychology classes before the grammar of geist grew old.
Sean G. Meggeson is a poet and audio/spoken word artist, living in Toronto. He has been published in a range of journals and magazines, including Antiphony, Bruiser, and the Journal of Experimental Practice. Recently published: a full-length poetry collection, j: poems (primitive press, 2026).