He wore shoulder length hair like a proclamation
A rare moment of shorthand
Since he danced the dialectic daily
Using ten words when one would do
Each word multi-syllabic and layered in textured meaning
His leathers were unlettered and non-aligned
Unlike his politics which were both
He rode his bike like it was an Olympic event
Until it became a project
Disassembled on the basement floor
He didn’t believe in ordinary pleasures
So instead of cigarettes he smoked a pipe
Or rather pipes, amassing a collection of Meerschaum wonders
Which he’d fill with coarse cut leaf
Clouding rooms with lofty thoughts burned into the night
Where futures were told and untold
Pasts revealed and concealed
Words flying like flocks of starlings at dusk
Collective swirls of feathered mystery
Avoiding walls with alacrity
Careening through each successive enthusiasm
Full on
And fully there
David Trudel © 2013
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He wore shoulder length hair like a proclamation
A rare moment of shorthand
Since he danced the dialectic daily
Using ten words when one would do
Each word multi-syllabic and layered in textured meaning
His leathers were unlettered and non-aligned
Unlike his politics which were both
He rode his bike like it was an Olympic event
Until it became a project
Disassembled on the basement floor
He didn’t believe in ordinary pleasures
So instead of cigarettes he smoked a pipe
Or rather pipes, amassing a collection of Meerschaum wonders
Which he’d fill with coarse cut leaf
Clouding rooms with lofty thoughts burned into the night
Where futures were told and untold
Pasts revealed and concealed
Words flying like flocks of starlings at dusk
Collective swirls of feathered mystery
Avoiding walls with alacrity
Careening through each successive enthusiasm
Full on
And fully there
David Trudel © 2013
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