The Canal
by Jeb Obrian
Sigh.
There is, as a canal
running from one body
of water to another,
black as ink
and fully illuminated,
what flows between
self and other.
Cough.
I have finally found
what I have long been looking for,
in a room where a rusty nail
was driven through the roof
of my mouth and pain hung about
like bad wallpaper peeling
from ceiling to floor.
Never mind what meaning was lost
through all those annoying
lapses of grammar
and even more hateful homonyms -
here you and I
(wink, wink)
may finally understand
each other at last.
S.O.S.
Jeb was born in the Midwest and now lives and writes in Seattle. His favorite color is orange. His favorite food is a Philly Steak and Cheese Sandwich. His favorite sport is hockey, his favorite music is classic country, and his favorite movies are horrorflicks, especially from the 1970’s.
