YOUR VILLAGE
slipknot, aerosol
or invertebrate, a thing
spineless
drawn out in sections and rewired
to complete the circuit
hot light
in each alcove, insomniac
the green yellow eyes
of a cat, blinking
in the dark
nothing put to sleep.
—from Rattle #35, Summer 2011
Tribute to Canadian Poets
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Patrick M. Pilarski: “When I write, I look to fracture language in novel and unexpected ways. Perhaps because of this, I’m particularly interested in poetry that walks the line between person and place. There are points along this interface where it becomes impossible to convey experience with conventional language; I seek out these linguistic blind spots and work to reveal their shape.” (website)
