torn labels: December 2005

31 December 2005

Resolution

i saw a bottle that looked like Gordon's gin
on th bathtub ledge

it turned out to be th almond bubble-bath
i bot th day before
but out of drink
i hung my head and took a swig anyways

and that was th day i resolved to quit drinking
bubble bath

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29 December 2005

xmas from th bottom of my glass

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(used to) make love on xmas

it is our first creature
th joy & pain of everyday life

you cannot chose yr family
or who stands before you

backbeat sad &
when th fight anthems
blow in our heads
and blow & blow
til th enemies face is red
w/ blood and hardly
proud
stand we
wonder space of mind
listening to th peace of time

or walking back from th game
at th pub
in our brothers
& our family
is stumble grace

it is xmas –
winter flowers & cheese logs
to make
th trauma fashionable

times of man
this season
& again
can’t be
years
ago

baby jesus
& this train -
for grandma
we go a lookin’

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27 December 2005

why to k

snorting lithium lines
off a mirror
( like kurt did

i wanna do like someone
ded

i wanna have sometimes
for my own
( feelings

w/o th bullethole
( isn’t that sad ?

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26 days of bb

Skinny whale neck and bikini
kill

Burn deeper than Ah
lung sex                             s n a n a

Sand monster tiny hell belly
zip
oil
crack

       ball
       et bul
       let ah

Take cult and
cure
me tremble


Messy moi is
in u                  red is ded       candy
                                               sane

Th evening start'd
in flowers and seatbelts but

Feel myself coming out of retirement
for this one

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25 December 2005

~

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23 December 2005

b invited [from "th bp chronicles"]

“life is just a random assortment of meaningless tragedies and a series of near escapes”
-Troy

fone off / need sleep

          after round after round    of golden tee
          pints

th game is all ready
over
in long emails & gay martinis ;    i dont think
                                                 i’ ll run tonight
                                               no , no                  what are you doing tonite
                                                                         energy?

it is her grad today
so have a good time
w/ all those young girls   (have a fundraiser for age

i don’t think I’ll have th energy for that

8mean while in to

Queen street in a jet
b invited if you were here
decided
but you are not             /         you say you don’ t hate me
                                            but do you remember
                                          that time I took you away
                                        from th hockey game?

after coffee baths ( car rides ( jobs ( coffee )
time difference is too big
to wait up ~
it’s tough when you're out late on yr time

who is Troy?  he sounds depressing

               [ remember those big Sicilian olives we used
                 to see who could stuff more in their mouth
                 and my mouth was bigger so i always won
                 but you were sneaky and never lost ]

Yes
it was th same addiction
bloody well twice

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21 December 2005

a pint of lite, no doubt

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her

          she asks me
          if I can
          not do that

                                     and I say that I can
                                     not

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20 December 2005

him

that
night

                      i made love

                                                                to my body          double

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being w/ vigo

we sit around his loft and have a few drinks –
stare at th painting on th wall

i know i am as good as bound
to feel
a different impression

            a dirty patron
            who gags girls
            under
            lime margarita skies

            he somehow gets away
            w/ carving emotions
            out of blue eyes
                        says we are all animals
                        and snorts
                        a fine line

they don’t know me, he says, and whether that is tender
youth or a sick obsession, I wonder

( staring at the marilyn manson painting on the wall::

                  dysmorphophila

he says he likes th idea
of two cocks and can relate
to one and th other
but admits he cannot feel either

            pin up                riddle in
            pin down            a story abt beauty

            untouch  able ;

i find two eyes almost as unimaginable by this time

; as a purse
  hits the floor ;

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19 December 2005

v or w

prostitu is il
gal

they
say

angels are un
real

     me
     in

                                                             cucumber + green tea

              when guns
              make love

some one
          got   th         wings

off that girl

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18 December 2005

i mill ( dead man's stacks

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17 December 2005

onlysun

i dunno i just hear la la la

***

i dunno i just hear dinnerbells

***

fuck let's just turn it all to poetry

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good morning good morning good

lines – john lennon’s death – 2005 – like it was today [ yeah / yeah part one ]

sleeping  sleeping
wish i could stay    sleeping

until th floor spun
until th universe closed
me out

. dreamt of gun violence (NY
where every 3rd drink is free
i awoke

think if i awoke outside
on this sunny winter day
          would a man
          ask for my autograph
          ?
          would he gun me down

never th wonder land
my own death
   but pepper
so often
in someone else s
   strawberry

uninspired and bare
feet reach for th carpet
( think:: feet can only b inspired by hot sand )
th room is humid heaving
breath                       of nighty death         now

lissen lissen...
you are in th apt above me       they are
footsteps

sounds woman / let's protest footsteps

              [ whatwereyoudoingwhenjohnlennondied
                whatwereyoudoingwhenjohnlennondied
                whatwereyoudoingwhenjohnlennondied ]

                                my mother was born in war
                                she was part of th British Invasion
                                on th day he died
                                when I was in th womb, she lost me –
                                i was born in a war

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16 December 2005

plo

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15 December 2005

radio werewolff

so msg me an apple

through th ruins of this city
through th veins of a prostitute

     th trees as yr spine
     radio   where wolff         (every

forty years ago
in th cover of darkness
ppl were hanging from these trees

                        a woman was  swimming

(alive we / always b

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14 December 2005

dogs dont die (k-2)

to be so small and swept
downstream amidst sticks
and stones so
but to snort
and dog paddle as we werr

            swept away by a mass
            glacial retreat

thinking abt big black nuts
cuz we were listening
to th snoop d-o double g
in th truck on th drive out

we climb highr
th seedlings of pines
to throw th dogs deepr

             a sassy golden retrievr
             and a tenacious wolff-husky

it was th best time
            ( glacial till swept across us
              to cover
              th continent

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13 December 2005

ashlee

relax th axe of fashion
inside as pure as trash

           climb in
           so cute

    and smash
    in th pout

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11 December 2005

discordia concors (in blue)

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swans ii

i didn’t take it for nothing
didnt hit th trig of it all
th divine fck of it all
didn’t question th shit smell
that rose from
where teenagers left their used condoms
and beer bottles

           th tourist value remains high

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swans i

   walkd down th path
            an older couple from Britian
            of wealth and her large breasts and black bathing suit
            w/ gold trim sat down beside me and he didn’t get in
            but watchd me from a rock in his blue suit
            watch her tits sway in th gentle forces
            of th sulphur-tinged water

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10 December 2005

blush anjou

seamless pear prairie bride

sylvia’s
veins wave

heat th wheat
                        este th breast

norther
norther

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dogs dont die [k-1]

we laughd as we threw dogs
off th bank
and into th rushing white water

laying boundaries b/w man and pet
wild through th trees
charges of   stream pressure
and crash

            th calls of white swans and grizzly bears
            are intense          sneaks

and wherever you are, it comes so still
so still and rolling over
quieter than grass in th breeze

here it comes th melody
rises and catches th summer sun
so ravens can go solar
            pine
            pianos 
and oh th dogs run up th bark
banking on another toss
into th white waters

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                                                           drunk ski jump / ski jump drunk

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09 December 2005

fishin at th gates of hell

you take yr river
and ill take mine

you end up in
shiny superman castles
sipping starfucks

i end up out
hanging from a totem pole
or trapped in a fishing village
smokehouse

you take my mind
and ill take yrs

            and we end up
            fishin at th gates of hell

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sleeper car

i waited for th train
and th nxt train

and i waited for th train
after that
and th nxt train

waited for th train some
one to get off th train,
a girl by herself
a girl all alone

i waited for some one to take home
to get off the nxt train

b/c i met you on a train

b/c i met you on th nxt train

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08 December 2005

john lennon ~ RIPepperland

a very Merry Xmas

and a happy New Year

let's hope it's a good one

without any fear

shot ded

props to sirius & th bbc for th tribute

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07 December 2005

&

i thot nothing in this world
ever happend
twice

until i came
again

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again

& i thot nothing
in this world ever happend
again

until i came
twice

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welcome to pg...

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05 December 2005

rob budde flickers in ctown (02december05)

friday night, poet rob budde brought Flicker down to 8th ave. off th cold street, into th bookstore McNalley Robinson, and upto th café. servers in black hustled to get drinks and clear tables. jackets were slung over chairs. budde’s posse hunkerd down at th table next to the podium.

a stack of his new book of poems, Flicker, was at th back near th shelves. th hues of its cover blended into th warm glow of th café. th night, which by now everyone knew, pressed unthreateningly up against th windows – yet th evidence was there: red marks upon cheeks and th tips of ears.

budde got up and explaind th flicker. its form is short prose; microfiction; a story that fits on a page; a moment in time. flickers mimic memories – vivid; composed; each symbol of th mind’s eye a meaning. he says, th content is personal. poetry is th only way. for a moment we are w/ him – on a beach, in a bookstore: flickering.

then he read A Sleep of Faith: a chapbook that dreamd its way into th pages of Flicker. th café driftd on the wakes of sleep as he read, sleep, sleep, and once in awhile he jolted everyone back w/ a syringe, or a hard fuck.

he signed books, and talkd. drinks were put back. th jazz came, and we hustled. back onto cold 8th ave, w/ th friday nighters, into th vicious circle.

Rob Budde is currently teaching creating writing and critical theory at UNBC. Flicker is available.

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02 December 2005

later, invo (we turn to gold)

th order of these words    th mis
spellings        th etc
summer/fall/
winter came   of a small rocky
mtn town ~ during th longest
summer job ever
/ as i leave this avalanche
comes to an end at th base
of say
storm mtn, or swansea… a small
number of good ppl / a dog w/ th
personality of a manipulative woman /
green bottles w/ red stars / th
protection of th kootenay water
shed / th camera eye of british
columbia    ,she wa is th perfect model ~
thanks for stopping by in this time
of my life ……times i  felt so strong.
now part II                          like wwII
is a darker journey, north into smog
dirty snow, camoflage ,the center..
darkness at th bottom
of a bowl, 
th land of ken and barry / where 
we watch logging trucks go by
and wonder abt eskers /rob;
north closing in on
prince george
 
(dont know what you got / til you lose it all again)

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