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Peter Gunn lives in Dundas, Ontario. His work is minimal and explores graffiti tagging as a source of inspiration. Previous work includes the poetic novel Superhero Suicide.

romances like coffee.

not quite cool enough

but ‘warm so it won’t make a mess in the car’ ro-mances.

all day long at the beach, finger in the sand until the tide comes in

‘wipes off the pictures you drew but it’s worth it’-mances.

evenings at the mall, Crate and Barrel, spice racks and sweaters after work.

fights in front rooms, wax off the floors,

blood on lime-green snake-skin sneakers.

broken arms, well designed living rooms.

ruin a perfectly good sofa for everybody.

I’d like to have coffee in the Tate Museum of art someday,

staring at pictures.

my girlfriend next to me sitting up, falling back, in a sea of white paper cups

popping up in the air with fountains of deep brown coffee producing creamy runs of frothy white milk and toffee across me when I try to pull her out of it.

a strobe-lit installation.

a mascot bunny.

romances like that I mean to have someday.

Tate Modern

A Saturday morning corporate meeting on level 16 of a very tall building.

Corporate

“I’m that new colour all you kids wear everyday like you’re stylish.”

Development

“If we could put each other away we would.”

Department

green dots.

BC Tree

big tired prom nights.

The Lade

I read a book in the sun and my eyes get soft.

Kafsquiat

point pelee, sandals, how far out can I go when

all things have packaging,

enough modifiers to be everest,

and your love is great on the cedar lawn chair in my apartment.

Place

children and trees.

Voice

be cleric to the earth.

The Block is Hot

everything exists

in excessive detail

this summer

Haiku