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Neil Surkan

03 Mar Neil Surkan

NEVER CHANGES TO STOP



The morning started very orange.
The mountains clenched black
and singular and hard
against the sky. With rain
they softened to a blotched
grey, swallowing swallows
when they flew across,
the way the lake accepted
falling drops, or my look
dissolved what you were
about to say. Yellow moss
at the corner of the lawn
mottles then glows spongy
green, with little beads embossed
on top. The longer I stare
the more it shines. I see now
how earnest you were, and kind.

 

HERE COMES SOME BEAUTY



Rumbling with unbuttonings
and unsatisfactory fits,
The Eaton Centre quops
like a shell on an ear –
which is not to say “the sea.”
Rather, it’s blood squeezing
in the thousands of shoppers
buying all the things they need
to hide themselves from themselves.
Around a fountain far underground,
three generations stretch pretzels
with their mouths then take a break
to watch the looped water shoot
from a pump in the basin.
The child flicks a penny
through some foam and wishes
no one he knows will ever die.
Turning to smile he slips and grooves
his forehead on the tiles.
Aphrodite vaulted from
some spume, her humid locks
all fierce and wild –
it comes from the heart,
this spreading pool that’s shaking
up the food court, just down the hall
from the make-up store, one floor
below the cellphone shop
where I’m taking pics of my junk
on the new Samsung
hung from a cable lock.

 


 

Neil Surkan’s chapbook, Super, Natural, is forthcoming from Anstruther Press. His most recent poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Contemporary Verse 2, Grain, PRISM international, The Antigonish Review, The Literary Review of Canada, Untethered, and The Impressment Gang. He is the winner of the 2016 CCWWP Poetry Contest.

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