​progressions
by Peter Bracking

a double wrapped fucking june night
one shoe, black
singular
topped by a jaunty bow
adorns a vancouver corner

flighty dandelion spawn
defying physics
draws eyes and bodies
into eventual jumbled points
a loose line

the official line-up warm-up (o, sic)
guy is electrified
plugged and miked up
the ying yang
impressing the folks with their tightly squeezed coins

women (sheathed in silk, black
camouflaged) all boobs and bums and bare
teeth
men too casually dressed casually ignoring
euro cup play and the women

no requests taken tapping out time
limited to only 120
notes and flying fingertips
'I only know what I know'
intones the musician