Vancouver, a dream
orange & blue twilight morning
chipped grey paint on a rusted railing,
eye
observe dew evaporating on pavement
contemplate morning glory choking backyard roses
(they exhaled heaven sent scents)
Vancouver Special
nothing special at all
a college student
a minimum wage worker
a self declared artist
your glass castles break
(into) dreams
you shatter egos
Vancouver
sameness substituted for saneness
becoming a death wish by accident
double march to Armageddon's song
Vancouver
Coastal City
Where will you be when Ocean exalts wrath?
Who will stand in tsunami path
we altered nature unthinkingly
unleashing water's flame
melting frozen methane
from seabottom subterranean vents
can poetry bridge Acheron?
can spirit overcome ignorance?
can the Vancouver special save us all
with its assurance of stability and a better life?
or is it just a mask that hides strife
chipped paint on a rusted railing
morning glory choking roses