No essential sentences
for this, um, essence.
Drove through the night,
I’ve always been afraid of,
or to, sleep. I’ve always
had to pay those attention tariffs,
had to wrestle specters.
The meaner memes.
No...no decentralizing force here.
No blowout combing twilight,
my eye’s lights. Drove
into new days, just a mess
published in Ottawa by above/ground press
a/g subscribers receive a complimentary copy
N.W. Lea is a poet living in Whitehorse, Yukon (also, his birthplace) with his supernal partner and their wild and beautiful daughter. Find his books at invisiblepublishing.com.
This is Lea’s fifth above/ground press chapbook, after light years (2006), Present! (2014), Nervous System (2018) and Five Mothers (2019).
To order, send cheques (add $1 for postage; in US, add $2; outside North America, add $5) to: rob mclennan, 2423 Alta Vista Drive, Ottawa ON K1H 7M9. E-transfer or PayPal at rob_mclennan (at) hotmail.com or the PayPal button at www.robmclennan.blogspot.com
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