Monthly Archives: January 2015

The Coolest Thing Yet To Happen! Major News Is On The Way!

It will be a night of STORIES

It will be in STEELTOWN

It will be in the SPRING

It will be at one of the COOLEST locations in HAMILTON

more details to follow…….

 

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when the love poem sees the sad model

gawd the eyes are sad
her eyes
looking down
casing
the floor

her picture is soft light boudoir haze

but pictures can not lie
not around those eyes

the drapes are drawn
her body lit

her eyes are still sad
the mouth is next
chin pushing lower

golden hair
red hair(s)

mid waist

but your eyes are drawn back to the
frame
your eyes move through the make up

her eyes

blue and blue….


morning doves

upon waiting for Spring
Gaw(d) damn birds
i miss you-
starting around 5
(a.m)
forcing windows closed

forcing A.C to start sooner.

i miss thee
thy (my)
miserable bastards

sing me a song which might fascinate enough
in learning more about you-
force binocK(s) into my hand
and travel beyond cndn(isms)
to
Galápagos
searching for rare feathers

only in weather this cold
with the early dormant night
and dry air
inside house-tomb/nature(ty)
do i
miss you.


searching for God along an iced packed road

don’t stand me outside the darkness
in
the darkness
smirk
on your face
abstract
decision
(s)
bed cloth silhouette in the snow
rain

soft shovel within neighbourhood placement

bed creak
hallway windowless lit single
bulb
on carpet revealing
occupants – 3 am

sunday picture frames
outside the wall
don’t
place the cndn history
on the floor

artists within artists within a crusted atmosphere

don’t stand me outside yourself
upside lips tights
ghostly blankets in the late afternoon
sunless
searching for
God


EXCERPT FROM RETURN OF A DICK…..our first argument

fzjqd

you might see black and greys at night
loneliness
you might know about other stuff that
happens
you might know about all the darkness
that occurs out there 24 hours
a day….

but when i look out these windows
i hear music
i see ships sleeping in the harbour
parents coming home after a hard day at work
i see the smoke stacks lit up
the downtown hoping a museum or a
concert might come around
i see the local pubs bringing in local talent
and people walking
to their favourite location for a
hard earn meal and
talking about the
day
i see the things i wonder if
you forgot….

i see a day well spent

and a night worth living…..

fzjqd


lighten up

let’s play in the jazz
if you understand it-
the city horn honks
blurred lights and trumpet.
but
you don’t understand it
life is a series of perfect notes
(in your mind)
one note off and this world
comes
crashing down.
when
your world is perfect
everyone else is wrong
when your
world is shimmering off
the slide
the rest of us
suffer.
let’s play some city jazz pomes
sit on a park path bench
and stare off across from
the cliff range
use the bluff of the escarpment
as a concert hall
-but again we can’t
your pant cuffs aren’t just so
the saxophone player is late
and you can’t hear
the notes in between the perfection
of a self created
mind set
list.


mmm hhh mmm

SHUD UP kerouac
GO TO SLEEP buk
STOP REPEATING YOURSELF …..self

GRASS IS UNDER THE SNOW stay that way
PAINTING ABSTRACT EARNS grant money
INSOMNIACS are only pilled drones

START MAKING SENSE…..you
BIG LETTERS little letters
DON’T START UP ABOUT THE IMPORTANCE OF fonts

OH SWEET SLEEP come to me
OH SWEET SLEEP bring nourishment
oh sweet sleep….RE-ENER-GIZE


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