Ten Short Poems Organized Around the Last Names of Vancouver Canuck Goaltenders, #6: Sanford

the blues
where destroyed meets unrequited
the blues
of the Moulin Rogue
the blues
of the boulevard

I remember Watts
burning in your eyes
burning in your mind

dark faces on the moors,
mud on the tracks

you’re a Maharishi
a tycoon of trash
a deconstructed guru
a hurdy gurdy holocaust

I remember Dahlia
dancing with the demagogues
I remember West End nights

brunettes in winter
shirtless thugs of Normandie

© 2011 by H. Wechsler


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