Monday, November 15, 2004

The Powerful Toronto Launch

The silver elevator opens onto a movie set of men
in red shirts and blue suits weaving their
knees through the shimmer of skin-coloured
dresses, women holding martinis aloft, not
spilling a drop, the DJ rubbing records from
the 80s, I think I hear the English Beat,
even my first girlfriend is here -- yes a
piece of Corner Brook, Newfoundland has
found its way into the posh Spoke Club on
King Street. There's a couple having sex
in the large bathrooms at the back, there
are three men at the bar hungrily devouring
dark drinks, everyone looks like theyve
had a haircut and been inside, alone, for
three months, dying to have a party, to tan
their faces under recessed lighting. Yes,
that's it, there's a hunger here to celebrate,
to let loose, to lock eyes and say I love
you I'm in love with you let's have sex against
the upholstered wall let's oh my god what's
that, the bar is closing it's last call
but we havent yet toasted we havent yet
made love to everyone yes I've signed books
and I'm hoarse, my god I'm running a fever
take me home I've so enjoyed myself and
thank you friends thank you for blowing
the roofs off your own heads it was great
while it lasted a long high ride I've
landed I'm skidding to my Gate I am home
with my baby in bed.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

I just finished The Big Why and I'm rubbing my eyes with astonishment. I hate that I've finished it because it's all over and I want more.

If this novel doesn't win the Booker, the Giller, or at the very least a fucking GG, literary prizes are a farce and there's no justice to be had in this life.

So very very well done, Mr. Winter.

DirtyTalkinGirl aka DTGxxoo
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