wife n’ i
drove 11 down
into North
Bay

asking
‘hill? what hill?”

other end of town
to Cochrane
or
perhaps Air
port
chasing the lost radioed
jets to
22

when you live nowhere
north only here
you reference south
Toronto as
tho
perhaps you were talking
American

you

lose

perspective of the nothingness.

you n i
we’ve bounced around
seen hills like
6 into Waterdown
Oak
hills down into
Stirling
the rock cut
of
an Irish border
line….

so a big hill is a big hill
but
it’s not the big
hill.

we take turns doing
small things
little
ventures
out of
the lime
light

Ontario across
Kingston
down through
Roblin
pass shopping malls
shop in
malls like Maple
View
see a rock star
such as
a green tuked
Kerman

and then head back to North Bay

these are not big ventures

but then again

it’s enough to say
we get
out of the
house
watch small
squirrels off
the back
porch

knowing

these squirrels
will follow you
anywhere
you
go……

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Until It’s Your Time

until it’s time – you’re invincible
swallow fear and drive the granite route
iron flow ice frozen along 11 in gold
turning ocean blue/green as you pass hidden limestone.
dancing ghosts through the blue spruce
farm fields sucking the life of winter.
leave Toronto and the grease over salted
come back to the wilderness of white
and tho you may miss the excitement of a larger town;
know you made it between both

until it’s your time – you’re invincible


the streaker

run in the smooth caress of night
hips give way to the wading snow
sneakers of glistening sweat streaking
past the camera of the gutless daredevil filming bravery
while Santa rides the stars bopping from roof top to rooftop
leaving imagination behind for discovery

is this Summer or is this Winter?

You are Summer – you’re name beautiful

in socks and sneakers leaving my imagination
passing the broken porch – the sidewalk carrying you
while the local News clambers to keep up

and Santa looks down wishing…..

he were real.


From a Shot Gun Lens (Trenton to Goose)

Winters’ Summer is here
the constellations of the forest within
haunt
and we wonder about the storms flying into a northern triangle
– Bermuda’s movement from the ocean to the escarpment.

This is not Alaska tho
North Bay comes down O’Brien Street
shutting off the plumbing through Highway Eleven
whispers ‘I’m on my way further dropping gifts on Goose Bay’

In the stores – Florida Strawberries finish out the South
the rest are packed for Spring in transport trailers
waiting
to be called ‘fresh’ by companies nine months down the line

In the stars I see ourselves moving beyond considered cold
hear the whispers of the trees changing shapes into arrows
dipping
a spoon into the cold Nipissing splashing my face with wind
– lock the door to the back deck of splendor

– a fire pit looks lonely
a tipped over plastic chair says ‘unbury me’
the sky does battle with the forest and a highway
plots a course for the planes
determined
to wish a Merry Christmas from Trenton.


Calmness After

there is no such disaster in death
no more certainty than the endless down pour of snow –
and it snows here in a parade which left the Huron
searching for the separated escarpment not knowing the difference
South or North? Niagara or North Bay?

at work it continues outside battling the safety of indoor propaganda –
stocking shelves and listing prices
leave your job early please and fill up your carts before home
should you load up on fresh frozen meat or choose vegetables for your cellar?

somewhere in this – my mind wanders wishing to be the unusual man
believing death can be defeated –
there could be a time for the uselessness of poppies
the opium is not needed to forget the memories and the chest has no need of remembering the broken heart

but for now – babe
let’s just watch it snow
it can suck up the car left out of the garage and we can think of shopping another day –
think of winter storag’d strawberries or a fresh tracked kill along the 11 highway to home
no? and that’s fine too
because i am the unusual man who is lost on a storm from the Huron…
South escarpment home? Northern Bay Hills of now?

no? and No.


North Bay I love ya (but)…..

down south?
what the hell can you mean by
down south?

this is North Bay
not florida

Toronto is only 4 hours away for gawd’s sake.

this is how you create early dementia
how you create isolation of the ‘North’

stay indoors from the rest of Ontario
be too afraid to explore your own surroundings

keep prejudices and old grandfather’d ideas in place
my gawd

Ottawa is 4 hours away
do you say you’re going out East?

you mean – like Nova Scotia?

do Kingston people say
‘i’m going out West’ when heading to Hamilton?

you must mean Edmonton because nobody goes to Hamilton
unless they realize Hamilton is the secret pearl beyond T-Dot…..

going down south….
W
T
F…..


Honolulu

two nights ago i dreamt
and we named her ‘Claire’
despite real word names we’ve already chosen

‘if a boy we’ll name him
or a if a girl we’ll name her

and she felt good in my arms.

all the worry of whether i was ready
would sleepless nights fuck my nerves
or would 9 months then or after change your demeanor….

they left – inside those eyes of a smile.

this morning i daydreamed
and she was there in car seat laughing
holding a boston pup of her own
while laughing and kissing an older version in the same mirror.

i smiled and went on with my day
while thinking of this house
our first home – my first night alone –
and night dreaming of messing up the hair of a young lad
coming down the stairs in early evening.

now

none of this means anything
but Hawaii in February sounds promising

i’ll buy a fedora
a ukulele

maybe some local poetry

and you’ll soak up the sun
ask for all the tours
and we’ll never tire of the beach

but perhaps…..

no

i dunno

but perhaps….

and tonight i wait to sleep
while the radio plays online from Honolulu
and while the snow falls lightly on the roof

while you look warm
under the sheets – in the blue tinge of night….
and before we sleep.


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