October Poem
To A Fish Out Of Water
You know your loneliness is final
when the best words no longer comfort
and breath flows neither bitter nor sweet
in your indifference of a desert
whose cathedrals that match your cool are
looming around you like dried cacti.
Your despair rhymes with their stark stare but their
plainness finds no echo in your skew eye.
Brian Chan was born in Guyana and now lives in Alberta, Canada. These poems are from his new collection Gift of Screws to be published by Peepal Tree Press in February 2006.
Copyright 2005©by Brian Chan
