Time Merchants
This morning I coffeed
on Yonge Street
with an old friend
caught up on
issues since
I last saw him
last week
He and I disbanded:
My friend went back
to his conference and
I decided
to do something I
rarely do
anymore
walk up Yonge
"Look at all the
bloody
Vertical
Cracker
Boxes!
(going up
or already spiking
the cloudy sky)"
This town is out of
control
Zoning going to
The Twilight Zone
Yonge Street has
changed
much these last few years
helped
by Premium stacks
sprouting
from holes
Before I made it
to Bloor Street I
was stopped by
a woman selling
something
in front of a shop
Cosmetics
Me?
Why not?....
No, I
don't use facial moisturizers
but I should
Perhaps
I could
The sales lady was
in top form
having worked a little sales
I know the bad
and
the good
The cosmetic's test was done
on my forearm
but
I can imagine
With every peek into the bathroom
mirror my imagination tweaks
with age
** return **
Bloor Street
away
less
eventful
****
2016
Simon St. Laurent
___
From June 28, 2016:
"The Cobbler's Cat" - a Poem
"The Cobbler's Cat" - a Poem
The Cobbler's Cat
It's the Cobbler's Cat
for this the
pet's got the
nicest shoes
makin' for the
finest moves
a twist in tail
the 'tude of
a Street Dude
this furry feline
don't get no
boos!
that's what's
a
Cobbler's Cat
****
2016
Simon St. Laurent
___
From March 10, 2017:
Poem: The Cat's But
My cat asked for
my homage
But
If I failed to
comply
He would pay
homage to
me and my
****
2017
Simon St. Laurent
___
From March 12, 2017:
Poem: whenever
My mind waits
on the day
While in the
daze of sleep
my mind
wanders in
a nightie
and slippers
****
2017
Simon St. Laurent
___
From April 19, 2017:
Poem: Friends Tell Coffee Time
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