Monthly Archives: September 2013

What we meant to say

The important
things
are
never said,
the quiet sustainability of
family values
stained in finger prints of
wooden tools –
the important things,
absorbed
umbilical antennae
lost in anecdotal womb kept
thoughts
and reabsorbed in adulthood
-the day it finally hits you
i
meant to say this
and
now (is?) it too late

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Post Mortem

Dead a decade now,
alive for one full year –
or
was it a yearly anniversary?
Celebration,
but is there celebration in
remembering death?
Trees grow from it,
flowers
and more grass to cut
and i
can hardly remember the dates of birthdays
one day,
i’ll forget my own but
remember my death
and say to no one in the room
‘it was a good burial’
and then hope the room goes
empty


A Godless Fool

home
is neither above you
or below.
you
waste your time digging
cracking
nails and scraping dirt
you
miss the world searching the skies
and squinting at your
own reflection
-home is straight forward
moving with the living
crowd
that wants to be part of your life
hoping
you want to be part of
theirs,
ignoring the straight hiway
you become a slave
hiding your gold
or a godless fool thinking God
is going to wink
at you


Native Canadian

if i could write you into a world
before the original
where you were first before
the first,
your head-dress would be that of
jewels
sweet earth pockets where
the cigarette is
drawn and ready

your throne would be a city not
yet built –
your boundless territory
between both oceans
with drinking straw for
great lake thinking

all i would ask,

permit this simple man

to sketch your life and dream
while you ran through
green fields of yellow corn
and prepared to
bathe by the
river.


For an hour – this wouldn’t fly in a big town

Holy shit –
that’s a lot of geese
8am, as
construction blocks
Green and Campbellford
-just keep your head up, don’t worry about punching in late


(it over you) how we fight? how i paint? how you say no? how we keep the romance

i ask to see you fully
yet you toss me
the finger
i ask to use you as sunset
dropped-evening-rising-in-morning
but you slug me, no,
clock me –
i ask you for dinner
so you topple hard, draped across
the dinner table

slowly i learn

this time stay quiet, pull out the wine and begin to pour


Sleeping Tree – the end

it is the sleeping tree,
while you close your eyes
it protects you like a guardian
my angel safe each night

MOMMY

DADDY

we each are in the doorway

Say goodnight to the sleeping tree
It is waving goodnight to you

we wave goodnight
blow a kiss –
you catch then toss it
so the tree gets a kiss

from

you

too


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