Two in a car
Driving down to Banff we
stop
To hang out at the gas
station
There are two guys up the
hill
Sitting in an old sports
car
til customers come
Then it’s down the hill
Pump the gas
Back up the hill
Into the car again
It’s summer and not cold
out
Inside the store there
are signs
They are all funny
I couldn’t decide
I wanted to buy but
didn’t
My dad’s outside on the
bench
Having a sandwich
Laughing, at 4pm
The suns’ about to go
down
And we sit
It’s summer and not cold
out
Him Spoke in Ventricles
The Lord spoke to me
from upon high
the message came
through the ventricle
a cool wind down a
plastic pipe
a shaft of miracle
wheat ablazoned
pollen tracks of bee
legs dragging
echoed vermillion arms
The World
The world had crapped
out and turned aside
The hills were asleep
as the mountains were
And the road wasn’t
even awake
The buildings fell down
and trees grew up and over them
A sound came
approaching
It wasn’t seen, just
heard rumbling
To replace the thunder
and lightening
It was dusk or dawn and
the light
Was dimming and perhaps
coming or going
The moon, the sun and
the stars came out
And faded and were
blinking so slowly
Amelia Does is a
multidisciplinary artist and writer living in London Ontario. She has published
six books, academic articles and poetry. The award-winning documentary films
she has worked on for Public Pictures have been screened at festivals and on
television networks worldwide. Amelia is currently painting in watercolour and
making experimental video projects. ameliadoes.com