Anton Pooles was born in Novosibirsk, Siberia, and lives in Toronto. He is a graduate of the Creative Writing Program at the University of Toronto and the author of the chapbook Monster 36 (Anstruther Press, 2018).
Night Prowlers do not care about time and time does not care about them;
it moves forward regardless.
They refuse to accept the new day, as do I — though I may give in when my bottle is empty.
The Café is dangerous after midnight; there is a clash and contrast of the most alien
reds and greens. Colours compete as people do.
I made a painting of the café in hopes of understanding the rivalry of colours.
It is one of the ugliest I have done and it makes me sick to my stomach.
Ginoux asked me if I’m feeling alright, I answered — yes, I’m fine,
but the colours grow violent.
the night sky is richly coloured
like an ocean
where Venus flaunts her white light
and a lemon-like moon shines
from beneath foaming waves.
Someone, perhaps God, has
lit ten lanterns —
guiding lights that I ignore
in favour of the waves.
I dream up a whole town
of sleepless people.
Together we watch
the waves come down
upon us, and for once
I am not the only one