28 February 2006




















felt honey on fire
peyote dream, on a gravel road

26 February 2006

remontreal

sundried morning lips
sink beneath
a river of red
septembers.


members re montreal, to feel strong i sit

beneath her saffron lips


( on a frozen river,

in a red canoe. keep paddling to
september in th old city. september is

getting further
away. keep looking up
memories in cohen's white
pages )

25 February 2006

ballad of a broken highway

logging trucks and
little teeth –
                                    driving th cold out
stretched province; getting away
                                    from
th
horizon.
never met anyone who done it. it grows,
buys a house, moves on.
                                   names become sentences
to which I take a chainsaw. futures crack
th engine block / a hitchhiker’s thumb
song –
three hurry-up’s and a child
hood. hear anyone
did it slowly paddling under
th moon on heart lake.

























little teeth&

logging trucks


22 February 2006

where everything becomes unclear

what be of this ?
see th spirit of a drunk deer singing
in th driver’s eyes.
and crash through a glass
down th northern stage pole
covered in crude and coin –
head bone on fire
from licking whiskey off a stripper’s stomach
and yelling back.
                ! cowboy up,    princess     [  ye  haw  understatements ]
driven by th cooz of bad country
and wet spots left on stools.
1:45 a.m.
frost in my beard beads
to sweat
while pumping a bikini line
in th front seat of a pickup;
                                                             $2 a glass
no shame
in that.
cocaine bust
in th parking lot
and doing it to
th flashing lights.











don't live in the real world

19 February 2006

that what i am low on spots a smile

                     i am a red
taxi
                                   you are beautiful direct
ions.
                        loud night rock on we devils
in red pint eyes
ended up w/ drum sticks
but no drummer.
she was so white on my black.22
martinis turn into gas kisses
on a no-home drive,
she said she wouldn’t ‘forget this night’
but I doubted that.
so many one night stands, and another is impossible – only an empty blue
lemon.
we idle on,                                                        [ on  ‘e’ ]   
add fumes to th industrial dark –
if I ran out here
that would be alright.
paving pillows w/o a bed, parked in a moon
face town.
could watch you come and go tho
from behind th snow,
like a storm of dark roast hair
and
don’t get out of my sorry,
my truck, I mean:
you can go
if you want.
but judging by th lists,
by th crystallized patterns of failure
and regret –
so long.
                                       22 drinks fucked
doors close over me like waves
and I look behind (

18 February 2006



boneless nights


17 February 2006

in th wake up

coffee applause morning
in late shades of
pink parliament he rubs
his eyes.
figured never there would be such encouragement
for a politician.
every morning
he wishes away dreams
of blue mountains and ex
pensive nevers.
red wine stained nights
$100/bottle
and rub pork fat
on belinda’s body.no drink bud
and dream
burp oh
that fantasy
again.
screams in his head
and then stephen shows up
– never fails.
a foot in each time
zone he
never gets any
sleep impatient and time equals
money he rips of his
covers and stares.
whatever they can, he wishes
for a dead moment to lie
in bed awake.
who would consume so much shit
to swim in debt ? then
looks around
and notices culture.
clunk and spit debt
cards and soon no more
and more no
one would be left to manipulate.
                                                  out of control and this is
useless
excessive jerking creates life
and turn around to realize how
ugly it is.
get up anyways man
in some house of
common ,
some nice machina.
                          no corporate card
no big league
high school dreams
up in the clouds above
minimum wage.
for th low natural price of
gas head and a place
to live.
                                                                    branded some economic
criminal
grade two teacher said class
you can be anything you want in canada
you could be prime minister.and
now you know what Jimmy says? he says:
fuck you  
ball and chain has been rolling
since day
one and one more
year away from being
dead at this rate.
                                                                         [ dive into th system
free thinker
keep the dream alive ]
naturally slip a little
gas
to th hostage
and get unpaid.

16 February 2006

Jesus, small forward

there were no answers today,

just more falling leaves.

and as I walk home w/ Jesus

at dusk,

he’s on my basketball team,

we stop to shoot

hoops at th Tree Hill court.

I look towards th sunset,

head fake –

he was never one for sports, anyways.



norther [ l'ete ]

perhaps there was nothing there

red river drips into an open bottle of wine.

I drank against
a tree in th sun.

while skin washed yellow
in crazy smiles

exploring similarities
in body

consumed no
guilt of a swollen memory

a boy replied w/o sound

a virgin emerged through a small hole in th woods


I [not my father]

I bet
I listen
I love
I blue
I know
I shop
I have
I sypathize
I felt
I whisper
I one
I two
I fuck
I you
you drunk
I masturbate
I hate
I vote
I vow
to fight
I throw
I screw
I yell
I live
I touch
I wish
I don't



carme


th handsome men /are here

handsomeness was their Third characteristic,
they couldn’t have done it w/o handsomeness.
chrome-blue eyes, teutonic faces and sharp smiles.
long-distance bodies in military green and
black gloved hands
knock!
knock!
oh father, sallow figure, eyes quiver and
dignity shutdown.
son stands in th doorway, ready to bleed.
he is also a soldier but
will not unite in th dark night
as snowflakes land gently on ghetto streets.
zeit!
zeit!
frantic golden smiles melt on black boots.
cold breaths of unnecessary commands
drift up into th black sky shimmers.
not a breath around th kitchen table
where women cradle radios.
moments of children react to upper fear.
th floorboards are full
so man stand
do not go gently…
shoemaker curse not,
it was in th church you first got hurt.
schnell!
schnell!
cheeks scrape th frozen ground.
th handsome men
postured swift and stern like a new fashion
                                             a wave of black
skinny dislocated arms

15 February 2006


th local pub ( golden whiskey bridges )

th drunk again
oh
waitress and a
loadd gun…
got hours and hours and
a tower
of golden onion rings
stumb
le
w/ me
dumb and okay
ask me
if i want another
( i’m not always this way
and my friend can’t prove it
pointing at him
a thumb and you and you
are so good drinks
and I know deep down
my love throat
somewhere
that i won’t sleep tonight
and end up trying
my luck
in my
truck
                             meet me
some wheres
low
er
can not believe   ( what i do
                         no, no tip for you

valen time

                 coal dreams smolder of
who stood
under th smoke
8 years old
a paper halo
a murder trial
smile loose tooth
espresso espresso crept me awake,
was you au
burn
some
straw summer
hair berry ( on her leg where she doesn’t shave too high
                 she had never even seen there
and i had already been there
tiny rays reflected
th future
on a gravel driveway
seasons & seasons passed   – th’end &
                electrical slit                  my bright rural riot
of holiday shine
noisy drunk family
orange stars
too late jesus saw my
shadow stretch across bethlehem
                (she is
hurt so low was th joy experience
and not to wind up in love
again and
open arms again thinks
why is always around



february sun

threat


11 February 2006

lovers' spit

making out in
dusty spring
prince george
parking lots
after a few
afternoon
pints

relationship damage [strangels]

i cannot breathe nor feel

yr brown hair so soft those

nights

in yr driveway / after a movie / truck hours

tiny bodies and backseat textbooks

not able to tear / night ski / rum & hot chocolate
; and then,

everything ps.
a little

crazy in th head.yr friend said you are seeing a shrink in vancouver now

so ask me down for a drink ( i was sitting in th basement drinking beer

and listening to records and you phoned ::

monotone cold i dont have the energy for you -

30 seconds, damage, ditches, figure it out;

hung dead in the back of my head.no serious

relationships since then

retro splay / drink too much / red boats....

tiny devil rowing my red boat feeling bad but not b/c i am, th

weather turns fast too.silent and

young and sweet and damn is cute,

but how,

after eyes.not seeing anyone

on th river steep in red -

tail lights fade / anatomy kettle / strangels, yes -

strange angels / el / th strength of so many lives
in one.



excited

slipping

over th moon
on my stomach

on my back
showing off
cherries

bent over
breathing
for four hours ( kiss my awaken

swimsuit off

pool pavement
so bottom and he
turn'd me over again

it would be my first tender
inside

he moved my stomach
up
and relax'd

be a u

i think
we think
everyone is beautiful

when really
no one
is

05 February 2006

wish you knew my indie

                             feels like 1940
to enjoy so little
of yr bare leg
trembling resonance of a streetlight
follows me long into th night
                           you were
right abt now
abt th spiritual
not th religious
                           [ street trains
and difficult veins ]
there is so much time
to wonder abt someone’s face
                          unconscious rows of
hospital beds
                          you said I lost my touch / well that was my best
and after I worked in th chemical fields
all day
to make this body for you
everyday
still cries
                           but bulletproof and / and i wish you knew my indie
 
 

i know a place

& i know this other place



th additive inside [ tim hortons will kill us in th end ]

lost coffee rain
and in kept mind fingers touch
th heart ~
have one ,
find it mellow
and grey ocean
                        head on
th rocks
standing on th edge
of a god ridge / a buffalo jump
fuck th sunset  [ i tried ]
drank more than flowers
and poured words to th bears
no one ever wanted me        this far off
occurring like a species
    you whole mammal you
so smug
but these are my trees and my wood
and that is yr sand and yr oil
perhaps i am looking for pity
perhaps I need devil repair [ like a red truck / driving to hell ]
science         +        coffee
th only things we have in common
[ tim hortons will kill us in th end ]      b afraid / but dont b scared

04 February 2006





sun violence
[augustine glows]

pepperland

          but no one would ever ask
and perhaps winter
only revolves
for th stars.
                  th berries of th mountain ash
outside my window are bright red
and angry at th birds ~
winter comes around.
shiv  er
i never unpacked     [ having lived here for years ]
these strange walls thin as tabs
of th fear that reminds me
th night johnny depp and i biked down to th theatre,
dropped acid around 10th avenue
or somewhere.
th world was a giant living room,
and everyone innit my extended family –
right there w/ johnny I was like th whole way
and life seemed easy enough.
took th elevator   [ not th stars ]
but at th top i started tumbling
all around th theatre in vulgar translucence -
all over th tops of heels.
i stood in every face   [ inevidibley johnny left ]
and realized these ppl are not my family at all.
i stood up to go to th bathroom
flicked my computer on, on th way.
th first piss of th morning is done in darkness
to avoid meeting myself in bright light.

then i’d realize something had to change
and that isn't th positive note on which to start any day.

02 February 2006





since iv forgotten

(shirt off / all smiles)

it gives me pain

           i have an urgency to know you –
know me in the biblical sense?
               yes –
but you make it so uncomfortable
to do

in th'american textbook (oh button)

cherry branches
are cut down for pages
in th'american textbook.
                    and footnotes say not what
you are but who you do
your self –
and colours fear not
history [ for th map does not change
in th'american textbook.
no                                no
passports travel just enlist in
                      homeland
insecurity
hear th back door gently close –   
a mistress
has left you alone
in th'american textbook.
th'american textbook has one million things to say, such as
hello
and call me
                an american tongue
forces itself
into your ear
( remember, you had a girlfriend  in th'american textbook )
oh button
i do not want to know its secrets
th key to th'american textbook
is results /
where results
get fucked
page 1 ~ american idols
page 2 ~ situational prose
          Kerouac did not find the word
beat
in th'american textbook,
he found it in an apartment.

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