Crass Acrostic for Classy Times

Stuart Ross (total sell-out) is curating an open series called 2017 Inaugural Poem. All poems must follow a certain form, which even clever and erudite readers will deduce.

It started up today, and already has poems from local titan Michael Dennis and myself.

Poets: don’t overthink this. Just write one, and send it along. This is the new BENGHAZHI. We need lots of these. Lets all cry and laugh.

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In other news, I’ll have two new poems coming out early in 2017. In January, I will have a poem in Bywords about living in Ottawa’s Lowertown neighbourhood as someone with an MA and an an RRSP. In March, I will have a poem in (parenthetical), the periodical put out by words(on)pages press in Toronto. That one is adapted from one of the poems from my spring writing marathon, but I won’t say which. I’m very happy to be both of these fine mags, both of which have great online presences, and both of which had featured my work once before.

Near miss

 

It is no secret I know magic. Forbidden words

from my mouth trigger anger. We only hurt

the ones we love because we have a buffer

of expendable experience points. Otherwise

may we at least agree, when we meet

we have never met before?

 

                                                   Stranger,

I want to slur somebody. Life has been

so easy so far. For me, it’d be like

being dropped in a hard level

with just the one life.

It’s a total mess of blind spots

and potentials. According to the Sun,

now’s the day. Would you describe

the driver, their sex, their age,

their race? Could you pick them out

from a line?

 

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The italicized line is from Stuart Ross.