Monthly Archives: December 2012

Yore of I

I mistook
your
belly button
for space travel –
the little
dipper
of
freckles
along your
leg
and thought
I
was lost
on
a white desert
your
skin
tanless-cream-perfection

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Pocket-Watch

will you count the stars
accept them as
diamonds
i did not grow them
but nights w/ you
have changed the charcoal
sky
with you i will polish each…
the moon too, is my pocket-watch
and i savour the midnight hour
together


No Christmas at Quinte (for AL)

God’s ladder to heaven reaches only
to the roof of the
hotel
festive above the fireplace as
fighters roast marshmallows
and the drunks complain about
warm beer.
i see the pictures posted in the
aftermath still occurring online,
forever caught on digital and
wait to see the newspaper
for burnt timber and black
ash in fresh snow falling.
seeing the date, i admit quietly
to no one
the mayans were correct after all
a part of the world ended last night
but only a part,
for the world cannot
come to a stand still unless America
feels it first, and this is only
Belleville.
at Roblin lake, your casket is by the
shoreline, and while
seeing this famous poem go
up in flames smelling like
stale beer is a sad moment
for literature,
i believe the real excitement is
yet to come
for as i say,
i have been to your graveside
so close to the shore
line
and i know
as the earth recedes and another
calendar closes in on
damnation,
this area will see your remains
rushing down the river
on one final ride
and the lid will be open
and you will be laughing
sitting up and telling the
driver to take you for
one last drink
but upon reaching your
old stomping grounds
you will realize, you
have been asleep too
long
the world ended when you
were planted
and changed while you dreamed
of here and forgot
Vancouver,
the world, still spinning.
Worst yet, you will realize
in your sleep you were
wrong, that Milton, Layton
and others, were waiting,
wanting you to sit down
for a drink while
playing cards
saying to you
‘stay, don’t go’
not because they wanted the
game to keep playing
but because they didn’t want you
to see Margaret was still
going strong, or that Cohen
was singing to old
cougars
-Now on Pinnacle the fire chief is
lowering the ladder,
and the morning drunks are
crying in their coffees,
and somehow you
are stirring by your river bed
and in the darkness
your sleeping instincts tell
you
something has gone
terribly wrong
-you, with frozen yellow flowers above
your head, and a voice whispering to
the hibernating worms, ‘ let him sleep
and find out later,
for he is a
sensitive man.


The world travelers

Cndn musicians become
millionaires by starting
out with
2
cAndIAn poets start out
with parents
and finish
with lovers
who
don’t mind
second
hand clothes

but the in between
are people

knowing
and knowing of

sometimes recognizing
or
not

and the ‘crafte so longe’
is your canadian landscape
we were able
to travel


Heartbeat Drums

the Saxophone is a woman
and i dance with
her
the Piano, her legs and
i slide the
keys
Trumpet, her lips
and pressed together
she knows i am
hers


Dear Brother it Rains (with half For Terry Shannon)

there is no more
awesome a way
to be humbled
than to
serve communion
or give a
blessing.
through repetition
it sinks in,
the power of
this gift of giving –
outside,
it rains
and this evening
i drink a glass
of wine
feet up and ready
for monday –

Dear brother i
write this for you
and look to the
future,
all prayers are
answered,….
in time you
will make me feel this
awesome
as well.


Gran’s Paintings

it is hard to imagine
BCI ever being
here
a lightly unkept word like
‘institute’
or
myself a haiku writer
sledge working such small
important lines
but i can see how
easy it was for
you,
being a painter of
anything that tickled
your fancy –
in the middle of these
thoughts
BCI appears in the
groundwork
and i can count the individual
bristles noting their
individual importance in crafting
Canadian-Japanese scenery
these words, no longer
trapped –
You, your paintings
on a wall
exposed
explaining everything about
these 2 things
and how easy living
life really is,
even now


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