Winnipeg, Filtered through Headphones

Posted: May 13, 2013 in urban
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Walking through the city

Listening to Keith Fullerton Whitman,

And I feel like I’m in Koyaanisqatsi.

Every aspect of the urban landscape

Is a metaphor for a symbol of a simile.

Anecdotes spray-painted on newspaper mailboxes.

BFI bins and recycling receptacles

Spew plastic and cardboard vagrants.

Cars shine windup beetles

Headlights in the daylight.

Dust blows over cigarette butts

And a strange weather has me in a cold sweat

Under my hoodie.

The big brown Red River

Is too wide for its path.

It is spring time

And Winnipeg is waking up grumpy.

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