The private view will also be the launch of A Rosa is a Rose, a poetry book by Douglas Cantor published by miłość, which is now available to preorder here.
No one here likes pigeons.
They say they are dirty, they think they are rough,
but no one seems to mind as much when they call the pigeon dove.
That’s how some doves get past the bouncers, but not the pigeons.
Spikes on ledges and no working permits,
Being a pigeon is hard work.
What if the pigeons spoke your accent?
“the good old days“, “a pint of stout”,
“God bless some king”, “get them all out”.
Would you still mind that the pigeon is brown?
That’s how I learned I was the pigeons,
and that’s how we became close
they taught me slang and we shared our meals
and they also showed me how to find work
they didn’t care that I moved here
but that didn’t stop me from feeling alone.
Lonely, not alone,
yet lonely enough to wish I wasn’t.
Lonely and sad maybe even a little.
Cold, wet, and thankful I have a job,
from three am right until sunrise
when dawn and sadness add up to joy.
First is the smile then go the tears
but mostly both at the same time.
Today I’ll buy the table roses
but the table won’t be mine.