Remy Nabeel


Ever since you’ve been gone,
three-headed heaven’s
good-looking goofy smile

it’s early morning pick-up
at East Van detox,
shiny-kennelled hell
refurbished ,

seems more a fanged remark.
Caring attention, the prey
to a panting mountainous grin.



Wrapped in paranoid affect, repaired through symbols and the madness of art alone. Touching and feeling, Remy Nabeel wanders a trail-ridge of conviviality, deliriously uncertain, slinging an uncured ration of poem.