

Frosted Glass Lockers in the Sky
Frosted glass lockers in the sky
Multiplying monetized life boxes
For one bedroom families
Who shouldn’t need proper balconies
Shadow operated by investment holders,
the brokers of an awkward,
Pubescent city
Invisible placements for Potential occupants
Attractive couples loom Erie
Advertised in sleek schemes
Featuring gardens backed by the gardner
High class names for cold shards
The erect icy towers
They make up the frigid core
Of a dreamy city
Dead with sprawl
Surrounded with frontier suburban malls
Lifted in poor attempts
To reach the heaven
We deem them deserving of
A metropolitan zoo
Our glory presented in a trinity
Of cocksure human vanity
Trashed lands and spindly limbs
Spreading in steel and concrete
Anemic architectural youth
bound by a developer man
Anorexic condo junkies
Veins tapped by cranes
Wan due to sleet and building plans
The points of spiritual enlightenment
Father son and Holy Spirit
Visible In stable triangles of engineering miracles
A memorialization
For Architects and our grandeur
Entombed, enshrined
In the prides of our nation
Reflected in tinted glass, in marble foyers
And refracted into a city heart
Travelling to the external arteries
Still perturbed by the Don Valley parkway
The renovated city mind
The winter hits
My city smarts
Wide window panes form the lenses
Of the city point of view
Young memories achieved
Through the high rise temples they plan
For the growing population
So they may mire themselves
In great mirrors of human achievement
The living graves of structural skeletons
Inside which die the pains of bereavement