SurVision Magazine

Mad in B Minor


There in the field the glass shield
resonates to the church organ pumped
over malfunctioning speakers,
the reverb silencing the landscape plenty.

Words imply thought like notes describe
that sepulchral tune. Point to the star
on your forehead and talk about your
transition to music from rhetoric.

Hands over eyes
cover an interior expanse more
present than the laughing stream
and the birds driving the sky around.

A man flying a crimson kite
against the chalked blue resents
the notion of time passing and wishes
another hypothesis rose to explain.

He runs with music in his mind,
deep black clefs and sharps and flats
but we can't see his face and he can't
see us hiding in between his notes.




Earring
 

Listen listen listen I can't
keep running with you
at this speed I lose sight
of what follows and what
I follow comes too soon.

Tell me you know

Tell me you know where
to go on a day when
we are transparent
and nothing we wear
makes a difference.

Is it because

Yeah, pretty much.
The poetry comes from
looking at the table
through squinted eyes
your hand holding a feather.

Call the waiter over

Or send him a note
telling him how pretty
he looks in twilight
with the cheekbones
and the high tops.

This about mortality

Or not, or suit yourself
in the way that your
fathers thought profitable
and righteously
during your lifetime.




Phaeton
 

The buggy haters press on despite
their familiar and regrettable weaknesses.
We stood at the edge of the woods wondering
what it would take to be fine inside
the dark hollows. But only a down would
raise its head and speak in tongues.

Who can make it say that
there is something inside
our minds when we collide
nothing will do it today
I play with the sound of
your name on my breath
it never ends there it
makes its way inside
inside again when we
touch eyes and the same
thing happens that
happened when we
were more beside ourselves.





Salvatore Difalco is a Sicilian Canadian poet and author living in Toronto. He has published five small-press books, including The Mountie At Niagara Falls (Anvil Press), an illustrated collection of microfiction.