Wednesday, April 12, 2006

FOUR POEMS by rob mclennan

Thursday

cut a hole in the drywall & the wind

of paper (stolen) boxes through cold & in the summer nothing

intimation the sincerest form of flattery


sum

(everything)

)else(


peanut

it cant be that hard
, curious


a fly-wheel, flown

of the plant-bath
, company


lovely

all that there is, a spectral
foot long cloud


, amorphous

, hour is


hat on the head

a very thunder clap & claim
, without them


when all the old okeefe centre
on scott


I bet you dont remember

, railroad



Born in Ottawa, rob mclennan currently lives in Ottawa. The author of twelve trade poetry collections including name , an errant (Stride, 2006) and aubade (Broken Jaw Press, 2006), his poetry, fiction and critical work has appeared in a dozen countries and in three languages. A collection of essays will appear in fall 2007 with ECW Press. He regularly posts reviews, essays and other nonsense on his
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