backwoods
alex dako
Spitting backwoods in inner-city
igloos.
Carving time with wet hands,
and boots,
chewing the fat of frustration.
Peeling back the layers of love like a blooming
onion,
with salted tears,
in my reflective reflection.
Remember me? With my soaked boots and trail-mixed thoughts of you on my
subway,
subway,
train,
bus ride home?
The world’s awake now in its clackity-
clack,
freight car,
sunset,
and I’m still thinking of you.
Alex Dako, a Canadian poet currently residing in Niagara Falls, Ontario, is a writer of stories, a boxing competitor, and a comic-book geek. He has poetry appearing in the Night Picnic Press, the Broken VHS Magazine, and the Red Flag Journal. Most importantly, he is Dad, to the most beautiful daughter in the whole, wide-world. He enjoys spending his time listening to music, shadowboxing, or rereading the classics.