English as an Other Language

The work week was slowly bleeding dry
despite the aerobic effort to keep it pumping
run a little further to the Lawrence Market
and buy cheese and custard tarts
to spread over tonight’s English lessons;
the thick and breaded fiction-kind
between me and a Mexican friend;
NAFTA be a living natural child who
does read fiction and Jung
practicing for the real story and now
Haiti’s Relief concert resurfaces Hallelujah
and pulls off the shelves
almost forgotten, almost human
Cohen, Rumi and Hughes
opting for the language of the ancient honeybees
instead of modern multi-grains.
a different kind of English lesson from
poems I hadn’t heard in so long, focusing us
more on our lovely flower children
rhythm on rhythm on what do you mean?
and a slower reed on which to play

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