wings of steel

pick me up wings of steel
pick me up and to the horizon we'll go
to skirt the earth's curve and touch down
where the buildings grow thick and tall again
city to city, the rest reduced to landscape,
photo fodder, cutblocks, snow patch
and distant mountain monoliths
while I press my forehead against double-paned windowglass
short on sleep, racing against the sun, hours
lost in pursuit of the sun.
city to city, only three in Canada, mountains, lakes
hinterlands all between.

and you're right Arthur, mediated or unmediated
is meaningless when one is talking about a continent
traverseed in the span of two shits, a tea and an orange juice
swilled to the tune of a movie that wasnt written
but shat whole and quivering out of the sphincter of the spectacle;
helpless, stressed, laughing, American girls
meet singing, strapping, grizzled Irish men
and nuzzle against each other, and...it was a romp.

take me up wings of steel, I'm already yours,
already stretched before birth onto your grid,
spun alike across perception and the subdued
grasslands of Mississauga...