Sam Weselowski: Excerpts from 'Triple Rainforest'
twilight twittering
in the reeds
by the river
where a lifeboat
sized dumpster
floats past
moss and tin
mushroom caps
on the roof
where the steam
is sap
pours out
clouds as
paste and
pines as
grease stains
on the braille
valley brindle
cut by a cross
planted at
a blind spot
that marks
a roadside
memorial
like who can forget
dropping off
the Soviet-owned
hydroelectric dam
in the 1997
classic GoldenEye
I’m literally
obsessed with
just breezin’ through
the Sturm und Drang
surrounded by
a thousand miles
of highland mist
checked by
the cardigan soaked
guitar notes
that Kurt Cobain
flung at his voice
is the music
my mom
whose name
is Kim
kept in the car
when we drove
to the mall
at the hem
of a hill
where the Shell
gas station glows
at the base
of a Skyrim
rainstorm
battering
the sheep
are dumb
as shit
and the birds are
no bigger
than bowling pins
and lo
a long-haul truck
with a map
of the planet
painted on its side
parked at the foot
of a tube amp
mountain with
transmission towers
and power
chords strung
together with
laundry lines
🌲🌲🌲
commute
the bus
is a truck
and if it
crashes
I’m fucked
Sam Weselowski is a poet and critic from Vancouver, Canada. His
chapbooks include Love Poems <3 (Distance No Object, 2021), Other Than
North (Gong Farm, 2021), and I LOVE MY JOB (If a Leaf Falls Press, 2019).
He resides in the UK
