The central business district waits for me early, soaring from the ashphalt with a facade of impersonality. The dichotomy within it is held tight in my minds eye, Queen & Fort streets presented as my point. The contrast of suits & slackers oddly pleases me as I fit into neither category, going about my business at work or play.
It presents more than I can absorb so early & must be dripped stealthily into my system along with my morning coffee. I lack any sign of suburban neurosis & am in fact, pleased with my abode far from these streets. The...
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This cup of joe
never lies.
Sip,
as it drowns
my mouth.
Wash me whole
but filled with holes
punctured previously;
Coffee flows
freely.
My second cup,
the third drop
tastes familiar
and stale.
Three-fourths sugar
but bitter,
made sour by spoon.
Dangling,
stirring -...