The History of Electricity in Quebec

I unfold in the arms of the century,
and she is sterling.
Kurt Cobain was at my wedding.
An owl citizen,
I threw away some of my bad habits,
and all of my cocaine.

I pull on some dirty, olive-colored
jeans and old t-shirt,
and email my editor
to she if she has sent the royalty check.

I started a novel,
here in Montreal,
two years ago and it is brilliant and finished
but it is so good that I am
afraid to sell it.

Then I catch myself
and try to laugh it off.
When I was twenty-four years old,
I tried to imagine this river
with no rules.

there is always a reconnoitering
before battle.
strangle a could.
this is life, this is now, this is fun.
this is just the beginning.
this is how you make a time machine.

the commodore,
capitol to the fire in eyes of quick men,
hard work with rewards,
just like chaotic growth,
a significant role in the economic and political life of me.

let me put my notes away,
and start the day.
we will curl back around
to the sound,
where we laugh
and learn
to live again.

I unfold in the arms of the century,
and she is sterling.