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Jon Paul Fiorentino

Five poems:

… the closer I come to elegy
Jobless Wonderboy
What’s The Worst That Could Happen, Courtney?
Stop Knowing How I Am
I’m Pulling For Your Narrative

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… the closer I come to elegy

Little Lucifer falls
despite listless prayers

The palliative strain
and cigarette drama

Don’t fuck this up
with your feelings

Went to sleep without

Tried to dream him

But it’s zero sum the

Nothing cold about it
just that

The closer I come to loving
the closer I come to elegy

Shh. There are other
poets trying to die

                              Sherbrooke, November 3, 2006

Jobless Wonderboy

Jobless little wonder
needs his antibiotics

Jobber never leaves
never earns his lesions

Got paper and markers
and motherfucking white-out

Listen, sent you a text
message in 1983

One day you’ll get it

                              New York, 2006

What’s The Worst That Could Happen, Courtney?

She slides out of a launderette
No, wait. She struts out of a café

Check that. She stumbles out of a bus
Or not. She steps out of a bank

Too dull. She stirs out of a dream
That sucks. She slips out of a clinic

The washer is old; the smoke is thick
The transit is slow; the credit is wrecked
The fear is real; the doctor is sick

Her clothes are stained; her coffee is cold
Her transfer is gone; her money is low
Her mind is made up; her pills do not work

Stop Knowing How I Am

When the punch line is chlorine
you transgraze, catch cold

When the punch line is Advair
the side effect is death

When the punch line is adjunct
high on grad school Sudafed

When the punch line is prairie
periodicals spiral

When the punch line is hockey
tell it antiseptic

Stifled by Winnipeg dust
stunted by Winnipeg stricture
when the punch line is stop

I’m Pulling For Your Narrative

It’s a trope
I think you know it

The ATM looks lovely tonight
if you believe in the word lovely

You kill an adjective
and then

The word lovely wakes
you up at 4pm and says

You sleep too much
you drink too long

Jon Paul Fiorentino

Jon Paul Fiorentino

Jon Paul Fiorentino is a writer and editor. His most recent book of poetry is The Theory of the Loser Class (2006). He is the author of the poetry book Hello Serotonin (2004) and the humour book Asthmatica (2005). His most recent editorial projects are the anthologies Career Suicide! Contemporary Literary Humour (2003) and Post-Prairie - a collaborative effort with Robert Kroetsch, (2005). He lives in Montreal where he teaches writing at Concordia University and is the Editor of Matrix.

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