Colin Smith

Poems by Colin Smith

from “Indolent Corollaries”

A national party that slags the native people / as stupid puns on welfare, i.e. “they / don’t want to work and they / don’t want us to work either.” // But neoconservative leaders make extremists of us all. // But seams become dissolving sutures. // We’ll I’ve forgotten who to vote for or against, or why. So, I “did” it. / Let me “fill you in.” I’ve put myself in the used-persons column. / Put grief on post-dated cheques. (…)

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