–by Andrew Lafleche
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the underside
maple leaves
ahead the storm
silhouette firebugs
desperate (to be)
extinguished.
the win it all
or lose it all
of thinning dreams
beg mercy
of saccharine ghosts
beneath
the circular course
of season.
let it all alone,
she cries,
wailing fists
beating chest
beneath
the riptide sky
of everyday rain.
there are two men
I’ll never meet:
he who preaches
Christ
and believes;
he who
goes to war
void longing death.
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Andrew Lafleche is the award-winning poet and author of No Diplomacy, Ride, and Spring Summer, Winter, Fall. His work uses spoken style language to blend social criticism, philosophical reflection, explicit prose, and black comedy. Following his service as an infantry soldier in the Canadian Armed Forces, Lafleche received an M.A. in Creative and Critical Writing from the University of Gloucestershire. He lives on a farmstead in the Bonnechere Valley. Please visit www.AndrewLafleche.com or follow @AndrewLafleche on Twitter for more information.
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