Monthly Archives: January 2017

Cornwall

There is the beauty of her wallpaper
the removal of her blue Schiele top
the tuft of sugar in a glimpse

Then the rain
the flat belly
her hands saving face
wet hair mopped behind ears.

Do not mention the removal
of so much fruit
instead tell her

‘I dont want to go
but i will return’

Quickly…

The hwy drive
morning sun drying on our back

*her blue Schiele top: Egon Schiele was an Austrian painter. A protégé of Gustav Klimt, Schiele was a major figurative painter of the early 20th century. The twisted body shapes and the expressive line that characterize Schiele’s paintings and drawings mark the artist as an early exponent of Expressionism.

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OF ALL THE DAYS OF ICE

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of all the days of ice
where winter surprises no one
Canadians dance in the pole light streets
curse their shovels and give the evil eye to
neighbours with snowblowers who
curse the neighbours with 4-wheelers pushing snowblades.

of all the days of ice
where you finish the job
and the snow plow comes by once more to your drive way
the sidewalk plow comes by to your driveway
the city comes by and threatens to bill you if you don’t go out
one more time….

of all the days of ice
where you curse your luck for owning a
corner lot
needing to shovel all the way around to the 3rd
property pin.

of all the days of ice
where you remember being a child
running the hills with a flying orange saucer
with skates in hand
breaking branches in the forest and make believing war
with your comrades…

of all the days of ice
where you dream of fruit beverages floating in alcohol
enjoying a sunburn on a January beach
and laughing hysterically
thinking of your neigbours

that bastards with the snowblower
the jerk with the 4 – wheeling snowblade
and the gawd damnedest city where your taxes don’t
cover all the days of ice

those 90 or 180 days of
all that ice and snow….

 

 


150 Years

in the tamaracks
there’s grey smoke a’glaze
chronological marker
saying something here has changed.
the birds continue their song
saying ‘step back Miss Carr’
-a generational foot just after the
British invade.
and the music on the sheet is 30 years now
4 hours Strombo
just after the Purple Onion – Tyson.
Calgary on the map
and we don’t have to cross the border
heroes painted and sung
right here along our
map.
the tamaracks of Fall are yellow in death
burnt branches of October
bringing in the cause.
Winter will sleep and the ice will freeze
un-unified nation will lift up its head.
in the forest here – the birds continue their song
‘original man of each province has been too long a’swept’.
Negroes of the north with their own stories ignored.
propaganda both sides and trust frozen – few.
bring in the next generation
sing – paint – read or – write
writ the wrongs
so it can’t be dissolved.
admit the beauty that every character has seen
Thomson to Carr – Colville in the East.
let the songs sing a story
with lyrics on the graph
local band with a hand that travels
here
and back.


TESTAMENT of TIME

arm thru door i say
HONEY YOU’D NEVER SURVIVE PRISON
toss toilet paper
news paper
online paper – charged

down hall i hear
IT WAS YOU WHO DIDN’T REPLACE IT WHEN
and think of myself surviving 9 months
on 1 bag special from Wal-Mart

Husbands and Wives
Roger Miller was correct
his 3 or 4 lined assumption on how
marriage does or does
not work

and

in my romantic prowess
needing the fight to end behind first
closed door
i walk back with
pine scented – canned oil

toss it thru to a
CLANG
on floor

Silence

then a Spray

Finally

a THANKYOU

ladies and gentleman….

THIS
is HOW
marriage
SURVIVES the
testament
of TIME.


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