the strange, clicking sounds
of my laptop.
the three dollars and fifteen cents
in library fines.
the big, black dog
shitting
on my lawn:
I savour it:
the slow drip
of bills
the trickle of Freon
through refrigerator coils
night
was barbed with stillness
its objects
armed with geometry
and now
the relief
of an unsteady table
the loose corner of my robe
slipping from my knee,
the delicate creep
of ants
across my kitchen floor
As appeared in Lichen, Vol. 7 No. 2, Whitby, ON, 2005.
copyright 2004 Rocco de Giacomo