Leave It Out
A fleet of sleek silver people-carriers
snaked through the streets. Night-
choppers hovered noisily as alarms
rang, ignored. There were distractions —
five years of research wasted. A cop
gave me the Evil Eye from which I never
fully recovered. It was unseasonably cool,
which has little bearing on the matter,
but I thought that I should mention
it. This is the harsh reality of which
we have little choice but to confront:
it’s difficult to know what to leave in or
out. I have included the completed form,
and an unsatisfactory sky, bullet-colored.
Bruce McRae, a Canadian musician, came to poetry late but has enjoyed a large number of publications in the past 10 years, recently gaining airplay for his poems and songs in the U.K., Australia and the U.S.A. The So-Called Sonnets, is his first book, which this audio poem is an excerpt from. More information can be found on his website: bpmcrae.com.