an old roommate found this seemingly relatively obscure grimy gay Canadian poetry book on the sidewalk in Montreal maybe 15 years ago. i wouldn’t go so far as to say it’s particularly good but it has a certain charm to it and I’m glad I have it. I like to think that he lives with a partner and some cats in Victoria, BC now or something but like probably not..
“nyc
laundry day put a canadian dime
in th slot get three bags of soap
and fuck th machine for good”
“vancouver
september
yur right
now i know
what its all
about
i feel yu
up my ass
like a hard shit
at first
really
not much room
in there
and all so hard
and yur mouth all over
my tongue fights back
down yur throat
up yur ass
[several more pages]”