in the early morn

you lay at the stone fence line
as if defeated
deep in thought with acreage all around you
green
with odd tree
with the fog
with more acreage

do you wait for Robin Hood

do you wait for me?

do you wish to be left alone

Though Not In Peace.

i can see you are tormented

even part of the landscape
but the landscape does not accept you

neither does this world

so do you lie there in defeat at the stone fence line
which goes on for endless mile

do you wait for me

are you Maid Marian stripped of her garments
becoming part of the stone landscape which has no ending ‘cept the
ocean

i am not Robin
i am very rarely merry

but i know this country
i know your body
and i can read your language

wait at the base of the stone fence line my love
from the ocean i will find you

across the green
and the flat staircase
the acreage of the rolling clear
and the sky

you
at the base of the fence line

ready
to finish the fight


their common hem

gustav and kerouac
knitted patterns past the square
and hiding in the
naked womb

give me the colours or your sweet embrace
the woman you hide

in music of the stereo glued to ear
in the brush of perfect body language

give me the yellow and the orange
the off beat touch of speed slowed down

a drink between the two
a rye or a scotch
a glass a goblet
of wine
and then one too many

go back to the stereo
to the easel
and tell me more of what you see

the hidden darkness in the bright light
the lines the lines
the
lines

klimt and jack

play the generation
escape the museum
and let me find you again in the wild

on the street.


the notes the hue

the paper’d sketch in your naked hand
the portrait painted in front
as you sit and compare notes

as i

the painter with pen
brush -
music

gaze at the floor and play softly

my eyes have seen you
honoured you
but the moment has passed
and i wish not to intrude on your private thoughts

as you

look at your self
at the sketch

at
the portrait completed.

Yes my love

you are this beautiful
and
i am humbled

and i am at peace
with you
after

capturing you

knowing
you
are still so free…..


aftermath

after a week of ceremonies
we
bury the young soldier today.
after gathering
around the memorial and walking
across the grounds
to hug another faith
after
a long drive under
over passes
after a cartoon sketch of
an unknown soldier
stepping down
to lift their fallen comrade home -

we sang loudly
proudly
we felt our blood stir
felt our
hearts sink and join
together
we stood as one
and our province for a moment
became a
country.

we prayed what we sang
and what we didn’t have the words for
was flown in our flag

a steel city which is normally ignored
a federal government which is usually invisible
first responders who typically go un-noticed……

in another week
when all goes back to normal
i wonder

how much will go back to normal

will the wealthy and the cultured and the intellectual
go back to singing the anthem their way?

will the un travelled talk about Hamilton with a sneer?

will first responders still be un trusted walking in Toronto?

will

we

go back to separate provinces
separate cities
separate homes and religions

or
will we

just maybe

raise our heads on the sidewalk when we pass one another
and acknowledge the person
walking by with the humanity that has
been moving about us

since

October 22 2014


the next morning – listening to the overall percentages of voter turn out…..

if you didn’t vote
i
don’t want to hear your patriotism
about fallen soldiers on home
or
foreign soil.
don’t
want to hear you
talk
about higher taxes
or
how the city
or the
roads are going to hell.
don’t
need to hear about corruption
don’t require your voice
singing before a
hockey game
or
listen
to you speak
foolishly about changing
the words
to our national anthem.
i
don’t need to hear your thoughts on
other religions or immigrants
coming to the area
and
most importantly
i
don’t need to hear why
you failed to
get out
at the last minute.

- stay at home
watch the ball game
tend your garden
worry about your finances
and sit around with
the majority who
did the
same as you

Nothing.

get on Facebook
get on the radio
talk at the back of the church
gossip round the cooler
get on the phone
write an email
yell at the walls

or
stay silent
and uninterested.

we can play some cards
we can watch a movie
we can talk sports
we can talk weather

but

please don’t start up on the
local politics
or the local businesses
or your financial
or employment hardships

don’t go on about downtown
or tourism
or water rates
or
or
or

- no wonder candidates don’t knock door to door to door
they already know it’s a waste of energy


elephant 2

it is a dance
around an animal
which
can not move like you

but the eyes and the ears

they follow you

and it picks you up on statue feet
and you swing over on shoulders safe
and it can carry you

because

you can not move like this wise animal can.


Eric Lindros

yeah sure
it was despicable back in the day
saying

NO

to Quebec.

little

(that’s right little)

punk thinking he could
dictate terms
through
daddy.

fast forward to 2014.

maybe he should be considered a pioneer now
maybe players whether new
or old
should look up to him as an example

and

when Toronto comes calling
just say

NO.

the fans
(God love them)
will never give up
however

maybe the players need to speak out
or even a coach
and just respectfully decline

maybe that would get
the teams attention.

someone just filled with
the spirit of

Lindros

and when that beautiful
neglected
embarrassed
historic

Sweater

comes their way……


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