When Tuesdays start
to feel like Johnny Cash Sundays
and clammy autumn agitates
black rubber welcome mats
with the summer’s decommissioned shrapnel
then you know it’s time
to sterilize your coffee spoons
in the same formula
you’ve been relying on
since every day paraded past
your windows and impressionism
with its own identity
Today’s coffee borders on toxicity
with milk a ribald intermediary
and the sky from one footstep
to the next never strains itself
to convince you it’s in fact
a black hole converted blue
Were your Aprils ever truly this cruel?
Too much syncopation
spoils the sloth
habits spit and polish promises
in tones audaciously electoral
Don’t let them trick you in
to default eyes
where the trap of common age flexes
its percussion chatter in sublime wait
for the latest case of your contagious settlement
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Rerun
by Steven Fortune
Bio- Steven Fortune is a resident of Sydney, Nova Scotia (Canada) and a graduate of Acadia University (English Literature/History).He has released five poetry collections to date, edited several works for others, and has also appeared on CBC Radio, while his work has been featured and read on several radio programs. He also aspires to write for the stage and recently completed his first one-act play.
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