Is there anything that hasn’t already been said about the man whom mainstream media organizations now routinely refer to as “Toronto’s crack-smoking mayor”? Of course there is! On his excellent serif of nottingblog, the surrealist Canadian poet Gary Barwin recently posted “Dear Mayor.” It begins:
I imagine skinning you
and you romp around the city
guts onlywe won’t save taxes
think of the costs
protecting your insidesdear Mayor we stretch your skin
a blanket around us
keeps us warm for winter