Notes on a Middle Aged Poet

September 4, 2013

Nyla Matuk is the author of Sumptuary Laws (2012) and Oneiric, a chapbook of poems (2009). Sumptuary Laws was nominated for the League of Canadian...

Perpetual Los Angeles, perpetual candy from a stranger.
This is Uncle Wiggily inching toward an exit—any exit.
He’s maximum hydration, a big flowered tent,
ending in an overheated man’s fantasy.
I would pad-pad through picnics for you.
Look, we all have to live with this gaseous
build of instant freedom on a hot day so might as well face it,
you’re addicted to Warhol’s Flowers (1971)
as the best description I offer for your repetitive quartet of new
     sprouts.

Fruit punch colours, like cocktail garnishes of yore,
on the gold-plated bling of backyard Gladyses.
Smoke Virginia Slims in middle age, rock a proto-
maxi, nag husbands, mutter from behind Fifty Shades of Grey.
You say, “Well, I’ll be hornswaggled!”
Great yardage, great yarmouths of a matador’s
oldest trick.
Bishop’s giant snail’s toad beseeches your love with his eyes,
by the blousy winds: youthful selling points.

Everyone loves a sunset. The sunset clause channel, grandfathered
     in on cable,
pro-rated the wayward hibiscus in the lobby, and a pervert
revisits a ritual of nonchalance, knitting antimacassars
by the flicker of variety show light. Or some such funding scheme
      circus.
Socks don’t suit a muu-muu;
and it won’t show your honeycakes, no,
but hides the embarrassment of riches
we talk about when we talk about talking.

Nyla Matuk is the author of Sumptuary Laws (2012) and Oneiric, a chapbook of poems (2009). Sumptuary Laws was nominated for the League of Canadian Poets’ Gerald Lampert Award for a best first book of poetry in Canada, and poems were nominated twice in 2012 for the Walrus Poetry Prize. Twitter: @Kabloon