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Absinthe

It was small news

Under reported

The EU will no longer require absinthe to contain wormwood

So fans of Rimbaud and Toulouse-Lautrec

You need to come forward and protest

Or at least buy up stockpiles of the real stuff

Like I’ll do

In case I feel a fin de siècle mood coming on

Because if I need a zinc topped table to lean on

As the night travels into timeless

I’ll want the original

Old school cool shit

The ritual

I want the faint echo of the psychedelic that those old poems promise

I don’t want extra ethyl

I want dreams

I want the curls of worms

I want to see the dance of the green fairy

The green fairy naked

I want to write skewed poetry

Illuminate the edge of the crack that splits the glass

Open

I want the mirrorshard of memory

Tinged with the green fuzz of decay

To taste of absinthe

That takes me away

 

 

David Trudel     © 2013

 

 

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At the Pub

Unkempt hair cascades from bowler hat

Upon which are perched goggles

Connoting some predilection for a new conveyance

Steamered demon or deliverer

He waits as the barkeep pulls his pint

Pays up

Quaffs down

Settles onto elbows for a look round

No one of particular interest apparently

He relaxes

Enough to enjoy the moment

Calmly contented

 

 

David Trudel  © 2013

 

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Echoes

I hunt echoes and intimations in this namesake place

Of maybes and might have beens

In bricked and mortared past

In the curiosities of the consigned

Remnants of revenants reverberate

In my imagined mystery I bend rules

Explorers plant no flags of conquest

Mapmakers erase artificial borders

Ditching nation state madness for universal rights for all

I hunt echoes and intimations of alternate realities

Where wonders are invented daily

By wild eyed inventors who live in towers

I look for a world where art is valued more than commerce

Where assimilation is a word not found in any dictionary

Where style and grace matter more than brute strength

And in this quest I briefly hear

The last fading notes of a steam whistle pulling away

 

 

David Trudel    © 2013

 

 

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