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Gordon Downie

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Coke Machine Glow

Coke Machine Glow

Here we are on the highway.
Here we are on the road.
Here we are in the parking lot's
pink Coke machine glow.
Here we are in the bedroom.
Here we are in the bed.
Here we are
beside each other
after everything
we've said.

There's a haunting picture of you and a horse
You were never in better shape than you were
in World War II
Skinny little sinews
You were so tenuously you
This horse for Churchill.

The myth is neither here nor there,
from the air.
Just blue lake stains
on green and purified, parcelled squares:
a crazy quilt of spearmint,
of mustard and honey tones;
a scuffed-up kitchen floor of tiles
on top of bones
with a big trap door.
Towns down diagonal lines disappear
and drop out of sight
into the night beyond the national night,
and underneath the grit and glare
into unfettered nothingness and thin air,
as herds of clouds lazily graze
on thermal sighs of delight.
The Starpainters are taking over now,
their scaffolding is in its place.
Your anaesthesiologist tonight
is washing up and on her way.

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Have Not Been the Same

Have Not Been the Same

The CanRock Renaissance 1985–1995
also available: Paperback
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