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A L Davies Oct 2011
-- about th'only way
to describe the noisy human highway
of rue saint catherine.
today (march 15th -- 9:22 AM) it is
full of hurried to'ing & fro'ing of general populace.
myriad hums of conversation. honking. shouts. ringing --
mixed w/belching of big trucks (freights) rollin' along
rises up 5 floors
and washes over me like a wave
while out on the balcony christening
the new season with a fresh pack
hacking a little (ah that crisp smoky air of dying winter!) for all
the ants to hear while the mists rise & ride & rise.
springtime in quebec (emptied the balcony of ice & snow onto st.cats @ 4 AM, "illegal"..)
A L Davies Oct 2011
AQUA PLS GRENAD EP 2.49
SALADE NEPT RP 7.24 FP
**TPS 5% #122235922
TVQ 8.5
ARGENT 20.00
NOMBRE D’ARTICLES : 2
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GAGNEZ JUSQUA 2000 AU
found poem outta last groceries of 2nd year uni, MTL 2011.
A L Davies Oct 2011
“aquashield+ .. what is this?”
—“sunscreen”—
“no wonder you get burnt all the time it expired in two-thousand-eight ya mad cat.”
“a-ah..”
“ah?”
“good that i use a different one i 'spose hmm?”
“pfft—bronzer.”
“oh come on.”
. . .
—“awshit look at all those dried soap carcasses in the back there. little beached whales”
“exfoliating, irish spring...”
—“hey what's with the two-in-one shampoos anyway?”
“...well,”
—“seems to me like they're just tryna make showering faster.”
“yah. what's your issue?”
"well, what's the point of that? enjoy the ****** thing.
I dare you to find any two things better than being under a hot shower
& the heat of the blowdryer in the hair after...gaw-damnn.”
—“preach.”
. . .
“man, and all the dust...”
A L Davies Oct 2011
old soybean crop dry & brown
---empty rustcap 12 shot bottle canadian club premium
---broken ("good quality")
wooden blinds
crowfeathers.

muddy packs of darts:
ménage (4)
peter jackson (2)
next (1)
number seven blacks (3)
john player (2)

shreds---plastic . . . bags of earth
all manner cardboard thinlike
drinkcups (tim horton's mostly)
******.
                                  child's wristwatch (..plastic)
frog in a cardboard box
dozen pair new (white) socks? still bagged---
a man walking in the ditch collecting bottles sold me some art magazines.
A L Davies Oct 2011
another construction friday:
                                                 smash, lift, grunt, clean, sweep, collect, empty . . . (grind)
lift up (hup!) doors, hang 'em, nail 'em in.
rap up the stairs, feet heavy in big old boots
                                                           ­                   thighs aflame --- heavy--****
           clomp
    clomp--stomp. swish.
stop for lunch: sandwich/grapes/arizona
sandwich only cheese so not satisfied full..
dusts in the mouth
                                  (and nostrils) so i sneeze & sneeze
raw-nosed in the attic cleaning
---brooms and dust dust dust.

good view to the bay up second level tho:
autumn vistas and panoramas and waves on white shorelines
giant's tomb in the deep, breast heaving

big wide windows w/wasps buzzing eternal
buzz
whack each with rolled window installation guide
grind with the heel
                                  grsch
each one dead is replaced with one more
crawling from odd upstairs nest
---from rest.
feel guilty & awful killing them but
so aggressive in their slowness (compensating) this time of year that
moving material presents good risk of sting.
                                                                ­              ---zing.
      hope they will forgive me.
see also: workin' man blues hoo-ee
A L Davies Oct 2011
what do you think of
when the sounds around you end up as
                                                              ­                                    one thing?

in little quiet morning towns i hear it most
and i call it "silent noise"
because nothing is recognized
individually/but rather as a whole.

the anchorswingingseagullboatnoise sound,
wavelapping canvas-sigh
garbled coffeedrinking speech of wharf-walkers
is all one.
                                                all one in the void
                                                   all together in noise
                                                   ..
nothing
A L Davies Oct 2011
the girl (buena‼) slicing my 300g of lunchmeat ham behind
the IGA meat counter & the ham itself,
now limp lying dismal in the frontseat with the runs of fat
ghostly thru the deliwrap.
cup of cold coffee,
intersection to-ings & fro-ings in the street
and the traffic lights blinking
now green floodlamp colour spilling across pavement.
the crooning on the radio,
the moth hurling itself 'gainst the windshield
rap-tap-tapping to get in
(to grasp that blinding bugfire warmth of the cablight)
. . .the open book & its scrawlingsprawling pages
on the dash.

the church meeting keeping my pops &
[me waiting]
also my wanting to go home/(****)/sleep
. . .
ahh it's all inconsequential tho---
nothing really matters in old zen-ness kiddo.
car poems 2 -- some truth in nighttime musing
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