Monthly Archives: October 2016

Just Like Now

there’s Eve
off picking apples (defiant woman)
smelling flowers – her fear lost

oh sure

the kids are clothed and fed
but still
it takes guts to plant an apple tree
knowing what it cost

but there i think

she prays in the afternoon
when the sun is setting
the kids have been fed (again)
not quite bath time

and there she’ll be
just like now….


The bookies assistant Part III

so the gun just sits there?

She’s an Amazonian warrior – i’m telling ya.


Ppl have gone into that house
and she’s been wearing war paint
chain mail underwear
and music in the background that sounds like – chanting


i’m telling ya – that gun
it’s never actually been cleaned
it just sits there on the table – for aesthetics

you mean like – just for looks?

Man – you tell me which would scare ya more…
a regular gun in yer face -or- someone who lives on a rumour.
a rumour that says the bookies assistant can eviscerate you….
quicker than a bullet can kill ya

i am. never. placing. a bet. again.

Not with her anyways.

What will I say?……

i loved you before you were even created
because in love – you already were

beyond an idea – the idea of conceptualization
blue print ideals – worries

your name was chosen to help create an identity
borne from a familial – landscape – guidance plan

there’s been conversations and arguments – already had
songs sang around the crib – a series of momentous dances – toe tapped

i love you because of your mother
because unless God said otherwise – our love had to step outside – within

circular –

first child – only child – middle child …..
boy or girl

you are already and will always be
beyond deep conversations or discipline or expectations…..

know this love
– know i will always be amazed….

mind vs reality

dance into the autumn with me
we will be defiant together
the forest cocoon until nightfall
needing a fire to stall out their wild eyes of hunger
and our swords will stake the ground
our 4 limbs will match their strength
and we will wish for morning as though prayer
was never whispered as loudly before

but a what a night

and what love we’ll share

better than listening for ghosts
and painting our warrior faces
jumping at sounds
wishing for stars and tasting the smells
our frozen breath

frost – then – dripping morn – fern – green
our cocoon canopy turning gold
followed by the colours of oranges’ red – her brown lit earth
as we leave the forest behind never so happy to be back outside
crossing a cow field and heading for home along a gravel road
knowing breakfast will be on the kitchen table
or in the cupboard

The bookies assistant has a msg part II

hey Frank
how did she look?

how did who look?

the bookies assistant.
the woman with the weave.

womans got a knife at her side
wanting your attention
got a gun air drying – as much as she is
there’s an outstanding debt that ain’t being talked about
and she might be the only woman in town
who does what she does
and won’t get referred to her proper name
other than being the bookies assistant….
and you wanna know what she looked like?

well yeah
i mean
you couldn’t a been lookn at the ceilin’ the whole time
i mean come on Frank….

…..Artie….she looked like a Glen Orbik painting….
if the woman in the painting were 50 years old and
if she had – had some encounter with
Fester Addams who had decided to do some bomb testing
and she was a casualty of bad timing…..

you mean

i mean
in all round tactics
she’s the scariest fuckn person ever to let you know
you better pay what you fuckn owe…..

the bookies assistant has a message

gun moll?
bitch is just crazy.
she’ll walk into the room
– fresh from the shower
sit down on the sofa
hair in a towel weave
the only towel i might add…
and while you’re looking
at the ceiling….
she’ll pull a blade from between the cushions.


shit yeah.

then she’ll just get up
wiggle her naked ass out of the living space.
you’ll hear the blade chunk into some wall in another room
and she’ll lock the bathroom door
turn on the dryer


fuckn gun of hers
sits on the dining room table
taken apart
ready to be cleaned
oils and what not out
with pipe cleaners.
she don’t need that fuckn gun
to get the message across to ya.

Regarding Emily Carr

take a warm pull off that cigarette
hug the tree – fallen leaves – her dress on the ground
it’s the artist woman you can’t stand
but Emily, she’s speaks to me
wave of the tossed off Coca – Cola can
white streak across the red
aluminum husk along the river autumn.

where will this trip take us now?
take a another tobacco drag – look up, see
the lodge off in distance, our cabin-chimney stoking
telling us we are not lost – no, the way is home

let’s run off into the trees.
leave the ship on shore
follow the same path the artist chose –
and in the city they’ll see it too

saying, ‘from this photographs surreal painting, it’s almost as real
like being here is the same as standing there.’

and our cabin chimney is cooking heavy
supper is ready
are you hungry?
are you cold?
are you tired of the colours for one night?

i am too…..

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