Monthly Archives: August 2012

don’t fit in

she says
i don’t fit in here
in this hamilton
town
wearing a
dirty jobs hat
canada t-shirt
and pur-pe-lee
pants

apparently
you can take
the kid out of
the sticks
but
you still stand out
even in
this
town……

(as a country boy)

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She has
had a
good cry
they are
ready to
go ….

It amazes him
how a woman
can have a good
cry and then
go on again like
nothing happened
as though her
strength is
regained

Why
then
can’t
a
guy
smash
a
few
things
let
out
/
off
some
steam
and
that
be
acceptable
as
well –

It’s all too touchy – feely for him to fully understand

 

(She and Her / Beyond the Physical)


the nude model

the bottom of
her feet
were
dirty
that’s what
he
noticed

the inspiring
artists
circled
the
living model
pencils
charcoal’d
and
#

but for
all that
beautiful
skin
layered in
such
perfect
texture
what he
noticed
were
her
feet

and that
she hadn’t washed
them off
before

posing….

 

SHE AND HER/ beyond the physical (a series)


old man willie (breaking news)

old
man
willie
died

he
used
to
pan
handle
in
front
of
our
apartment
by
the
hasty-
mart

see
him
else
where
round
hamilton
down
town

last
time
though
he
was
doing
push
ups
with
some
new
asshole
college
kids
taking
advantage
of
him
be
fore
giving
him
some
quarters

most
times
i
saw
him
he
was
passed
out
by
the
sliding
doors
of
the
mart
people
would
leave
food
there
for
him

most
knew
his
story
‘specially
the
police

the
old
home
less
fella
would
‘ve
been
55
tomorrow

guess
God
will
bake
him
that
cake


Apt Windows….

i suppose
are what
i
will really
miss

no matter
the time
or
day/evening
the hamilton
harbour was
there

the outer inside
rim of the
green soup
bowl – wall
was
there

in winter
fall of spring
or summer
the Apt windows
were
there

no matter the
mood-occasion-decision
waking up-or-walking to-sleeping (too)
the Apt
windows
were
there

via livingroom
or
bedroom
entering or leaving
or simply
walking through
the down +
water-town-view

was
there


Boston Subway Ride

I
notice
the women
with red
hair
blonde hi-lites
and
freckled smiles
staring at
me in
shy
grins –
YES LADIES
this is what
Canadian Irish
looks like
in
America.
When we step
on a subway
it is ours for
as long as
we need it.
There is no
loud bolster
from my
kind of
irish – man-

then wife
leans over
kisses me
on cheek
and marks
her territory
the
women
stop
smiling
and
look away,
the Queen
has
warned
us
all.


My down + Town

It was
our
special
time
our downtown
life
sharing her
hometown/schooling.
we are
heading from
here to
my home
town
a small rural
area
i hope she
will love as
much.
But she does
not handle change
well
and the move
has been
tenuous at
moments
however,
my down
and
town
while small
takes up

Great
Space

stirling to belleville
tweed to read

and all the
hide aways
and
hi-ways
in between.
I have
learned how
to be
a
chameleon
and
soak up
everything +
where i have
been.
I have learned
to change or be
run over by
time + evolution
and I’m
hoping
now
my blue
cuffs-frayed-at-heel
will stamp
leather + dust….


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