A L Davies

A L Davies Jul 2011

for some two-hundred-something
arcing feet/provides
a girder for the lake;
grey bank with roots that leap from earth
to water
and under them myriad fish
bob in the current & snap up
those smaller than themselves.

more snow lake, manitoba poetry.

A L Davies Jul 2011

untitled #1 (something about a shave)

curling red & white post outside a barbershop
entices me to enter for a shave.
i put the follicle-filled lather in a bag & express-post it
to a friend.
(she collects **** like that.)
i estimate the date of arrival to be
2 days 5 hours from current.
*(will it get there/in time for her to use in in that exhibit?)

sometimes i get high when i write poems.

A L Davies Jun 2011

jean

you are [in total]
six syllables.
in order:
long ā
short ă
long ē
short ĭ
short ē
short ă
of course that is not all
you are.
you are
rainy runner
darkroom pining from schooldays bygone.
paint-splattered psych major.
without disdain of stiff gin & tonics.
not one to shy away
from my david byrne dancing.
****/sleek/sweaty saunamate.
someone to:
call me sweetie like a
grandmother would.
drink a beer in bed with--
glad as the darkness pushes us warmly together.

this is a poem that is, apparently, as much about a really neat girl as it is about phonics.
it also looks like a candlestick.

A L Davies Jun 2011

the great garage door of life

the great garage door of life
slowly opens and
reveals death:

dreams of a rusty mower
& recurring grass.

broken records & not a
clean plate in the house.

a girl who moans &
never wants to stay in.

"the great garage door of life" --lyall davies

A L Davies Jun 2011

hare

leaving the parking lot
i see a little hare
making his misty-eyed way into
the undergrowth framing the concrete,
where near the highway, morning greenery is exhaling.
it is small,
fragile;
--intoxicating to see such
wild innocence
in the midst of
home depots, city buses, roughriders fans.
--makes my [aniruddha] heart soar.

"aniruddha"; n, sanskrit for wild, ungovernable

A L Davies Jun 2011

herblett lake

take an F250 down a dusty bush road
& it will create
a new universe of dust.

let a bald eagle lead you
as you island hop
in an aluminum outboard.

bushwhack out to a lake in cougar country
& teach all the pike you catch about
the 4 noble truths.

written in snow lake, manitoba

A L Davies Jun 2011

yhr

o' well i know
that birds of a feather'll
get folded and old
like grandmother's towels.
~
o' and all of these crows
hang out in the backyard
in piles of dead grass
spit out by the mower.

i swear i hallucinated the words to this in the blackness when i closed my eyes for a bit in american lit tutorial today.