Monthly Archives: June 2013

This is my world

there is an ocean inside my mind
i can hear the waves
the dark skies of stars
and the birds
(how) the salt
leaves the water and dries
out the sand
allowing the current
to pull it back out to
a wet and peaceful existence

on the horizon
a ship will soon sink
clouds fill
my mind and i
know in the near
distance
an electrical storm
will turn the ocean
against me
and my eyes close
as the first strike hits
the main mast and starts the
fire

the boat now breaks in half and sinks
splintering into nothingness
i am on this ship
the blue to black skies
are green with anger
the ocean is drowning
and the electrical currents destroy
my mind

my imagination dreams of death
a release from such pain
i raise my hand out of the water
grabbing debris
anything that will pull me to shore
my body, my mind is limp
exhausted and
drying out at the mouth
of the beach
the salt separates
and the water tries to push
my personal being onto the dry land

but

this land is only an island
under a palm tree
my mind will sit
watching the beautiful skies
dreading the next storm
i know will
come
along

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back home again

oh
i’m breathing in
this orange
cool sun
under the flag
of a red anthem
white tonight
the old
dominion
dear God protect
we still serve
you
identify and i
won’t
deny
dear canada
ocean to sea
and
back on time
sea to
ocean
they’re both
the
same
and i don’t want the
city to see
what the country
knows
red and white
fireworks tonight
white and red
heritage and dominion
sea to sea
sailor sky tonight
sea
to sea
niagara falls
in sight
i’m breathing in
this
red anthem
dear God protect
we
still serve you
on
guard pour vous
parlez vous

-what this country knows


pink lady

comparing them
to
apples
in a season when crops
bankrupted farms
into provinces
it goes from a cliché
to
a great appreciation
of something
so
rare –
the worm is homeless
and the
bible cannot
remember
the name or taste
of
original sin
the blossoms are a rejected
teenager
turning purple
and dying off
the branches
covering
the green ground
while another
tree
looks at itself and
remebers when
it was young
-forgive the
firm apple remark
or
eluding to peaches
or
wishing for summer to
bring our beach
home
all petals must take
to a lake breeze
spin themselves
and
ride a wave
finding foreign shores
in a
new
language
where their name
can find
ressurected meaning
again


this red bonnet of yours

you hold a delicate
tea cup
between beautiful fingers
only
wearing a red chapeau
bright
floppy around your head
a crown
or a poppy
making me see love
rather than
war


a doctorate a fellowship

you
are alive
but the leaf
is
dead
winter is painted
and hanging
on the
back wall
your
body is on the
easel
in charcoal
and
school is
out for the summer
where are my
colours
all the life that was
discussed
within class
i peer inside the forest
while it
rains on the
canopy above
my
car moving down
the
hill
trying to catch
a glimpse
of
you running free
the
leaf dries
and crumples in your hand
you
blow it away from
soft flesh
on a breeze of
moisture
towards calgary
and talk
about winnipeg
saying
goodbye to your
mother in
l.a
the biltmore
awaits
all it’s paintings on the
back wall
winter does not live there
and neither
does
fall
and neither do you
all the colours
running on an
ocean breeze
settling
back here
in
ontario
and waiting first
crops
by farmers
and first bloom in
flower beds
where your picture
is
on the garden line
a pushed
stick in the ground
marking a
string line
of bright summer readiness
outlined
in charcoal and
bbq dreams


putting out a flyer, hoping like U2

the lap
top is my piano
writing at the kitchen
table
is only missing a producer
inside the
sound
studio

i want to be a rock band
lead vocals
sitting in
a chair
microphone
-the man stand


two blocks west of gage

forest and catherine
snow
birds would rattle
our
walls
knock dvd’s from
the
shelves
a jet stream
cloud
and
circle waterdown
slipstream
south
the 6 hill
and pull up again
from
balsam
we could drive
the
mountain shelf
and look
down into the stadium
cndn flag bleachers
and
lights lit
on
green –
see
there’s our apt
in
arkells music
video
and
i know the barber shop
you know
the original neighbourhood
.
.
.

2 summers of
drawing
hay
2 summers
of
games in
the case
cab
you with the girls
like
you were play off
wives
me with the guys
until
the sun ran out
of life
.
.
.

in gore park
the
lost signs are out
in gore
park
the sightings are
made
a
missing tiger
and zoo
out of town
a missing
ti cat
and the argos
are
in town
.
.
.

forest and catherine
‘hot summer
nights’
balsam and beechwood
‘under the
lights’………………….


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