A short man who looks like Popeye, he has that grin, and his name is Edward. I worked with him the other day, he was slowly trying to communicate with me, I wasn't in the mood. I had been up for almost 27 hrs. I went to the washroom and the locker room smelled like cheap dope; there was a man hiding in the corner smoking a cigarette. The back of the factory has more freedom, the television is blasting, radios are blaring. People are always shouting, and the leader Richard, the crazy frenchy is telling me my father’s gone ******* and he can’t work anymore.

Rosie and her angel of love
scream in the ears of me

I finally eat but I haven't
started yet
I notice the bread is green
into the trash it goes
the whole five left pieces
of bread into the trash it goes

when I sleep
I need some noise
what music to choose
I sleep with classic 50's
and Chopin nocturnes
soft ambient noise is nice when
the moon is dripping

Caved in the bedroom
I like it
the people are far away
and I should shower
the shower is something godly
it traps me and I'm in it
for long draining minutes
of time that I'll never see again

The organs play around in the body

and people stink with wet *******

bus people tend to make you feel better about yourself

but then the random crazy comes aboard

and spews spit and incoherent words.



Monday with tired eyes

Tuesday with bleeding fingers

wednesday with a volcanic hangover

Thursday with sore lungs

Friday with shaking bones

love yourself
love yourself
love yourself.

and don’t be afraid of that light sometimes.
trust me it doesn’t ****.

Goodbye.
Goodnight.

Tomorrow is a new day, a day where you will maybe feel the same as yesterday, suicide knocks on your door, don’t answer it.
It is 5 am now and I am writing poems on my computer about love and girls
The computer has no emotions
My lonely hard **** has no emotions
and life. . . Life is just life.

People talking about nothing
In a room of incoherent thinking.
Some money beggars,
Some are poor animals.
They only think about
Want and pleasing.

Nothing will get done.
A man watches the woman
Put some blush on
Another woman is having
Her period.
She thinks of getting pills
To stop her periods
Because the cramps make
Her a suicide case.

You know what the guys are thinking.
Still little gets done
In a room full of these people
Filled with nothing

As the flowers give birth
To more flowers

As we and it slowly goes just to I
And it is better that way

As soldiers come back from the greedy ****** war

As the stranger looks at her and there is something strange in his eyes

As the heartburn comes back, I kneel and almost feel like death punched me

As the only books burn to keep you warm in the winter

As it is so cold, the birds didn’t even make it south, they freeze in mid-air

As it soon ends for us

As it comes

As the rich get more money

As you eat because you aren’t hungry

As it ends

As we end

Myths and legends,
That’s what you’ll get in your dreams today.
Sleep on your broken glass floor,
scream! Scream!
Look at all the fake faces on the floor,
designed by your deep-tempted blood.

Slip onto the corner of 5th,
come lay on the grass from our divine god,
come drink the coffee of ethics,
let us peel your LSD skin,
***** the dishearten world,
look into our dispirit world,
do you belong? .

Go sleep with the drunks,
let them play with you,
lets relive all the hipster days,
when liquor was quicker,
gave us that heterogeneous slur in the chops.
We can smoke all the hale cigarettes
on this earth, but that’s just a myth.

the child is dead

the woman

the mother

weeps

my mother

weeps for me

and she cried

but was more empty

when her child died

Who ever thinks they

will give birth to a dead

baby?

who ever thinks  tonight is

the last night for them?

better hide

the people are strange

tonight

creeping in windows

touching themselves


I want death

death come on over

I’m waiting tired on the couch

waiting

drinking harsh whiskey

waiting

Back in the day,
when life was grey,
you see yourself all grown up.
You're pretty, you're ugly,
your **** stays the same.
Wake up.
The same girls are still pretty,
the drunks and druggies are dead,
they just love to play with your head.
You are a man now,
a dead man.

Too many know Sandy Hook
but they don’t know about
the stabbings of the little ones
in China that happened on the same day.


Aside from that
men who cannot get out of the fire
and who cannot be tamed
are true animals

My pinky was bleeding furiously and soon the bus came

to pick me up.

the bus was crowded, I fell at the seat right in front of me,

deciding to sit beside a cute blonde rich girl talking to her friends.

The finger blood had dried, so I asked the Blonde.

"Hey, you got a bandage or anything? I’m bleeding to death."

"what?"

"Said, you got a band-aid, anything, my finger is trying to **** me."

"no, haha, sorry."

As I turned my head, some old snail was giving me some stare.

I gave her my own stare as well.

The bus smelled like raw cheese.

Cheese that wasn’t made for human consumption.

she thought she knew her ways

and a wild ***** came out of

her mouth and attacked me

and soon good days had flashed in her

and she sat there eating wild strawberries that were bleeding

on her tongue

a red cold sweet tongue touches my tongue

you don’t watch my  eyes wide

my eyes go the way of Sartre

and you tell me I finally

look crazy.

I had found and picked up a empty bottle of wine in the school yard

I decided for some reason to smash it against a garbage can
I was an idiot back than
I soon cut my thumb right open

Blood was everywhere
I rushed to the bathroom and
Turned the faucet on
The blood kept pumping out

I went to the office
I started to faint
seeing static

Four hours in the emergency room
they stuck a needle right in the cut
stitched it up tight

Plastic covered sheets in a old home and the husband wants to burn it down
Weak arms in me today with another glass of water filling me up along with white dry bread and meat and cheese
I’ve be eating meat and cheese sandwiches all week with some beer on the side.
Always Budweiser
Why Budweiser?

Crystal angels on the dinner table in the old folk’s home.
They think the angels will save them
I dream of a tiger trying to bite my hand off and driving fast and ******* the number 8 girl.

Beer always goes fast
and the **** breaks are long
eleven dollars for a six pack
the bus is horrendous
and sometimes the people bother me.
Everyone likes to talk these days it seems,
where did the quiet go?

Where did the first one go? She left like that
It was nothing good she has feelings of gold and I sink down below the stinking *******.

firing the bullets at the sea
Is worse than the people who lock their doors in the bathroom even though no one’s home.

I’ll write some poem at night when the sun is coming soon
People are sleeping
And I drink
I smoke
I write you dumb poems not even poems.
my poems- I listen to the music
- Being kind in rooms and beating myself- it happens.

Some while waiting for the bus have a tallboy hidden in their chest jacket pocket and sometimes they pull it out and take a big sip- they drink some more before the bus comes.

The bus comes
The people go
It’s freezing and raining outside
It’s spitting
The air smells fresh
some will finally accept happiness tonight.
Not me.

woman and men killing and eating,
woman and men having the best of them all,
what is the best?
where does it lie?
Pulled pork sandwiches on a Sunday afternoon.

and in other houses beside me,
are men and woman
being kind and being loved,
and being fools.
breaking the glass,
drinking until the black covers their eyes.

men and woman breathing and hearing
upon each other,
men and woman beating themselves
sometimes hitting the woman,
slapping the man,
woman and men banging
the bed to hell.

I never hear from the girl who
lives in L.A OR Danville CA.
I live in London On
and there's this blonde
who I would like to meet
but something I fear.
is it me?
We used to talk, now that seems to
be done.

Why does waking up in a bed feel
so torturous some days,
I wake up at night,
two times,
three times.
I can never get a good sleep.
I want to feel someone's legs and
those morning eyes
when waking up at 10 in
the morning.

I wake up not in my house but hers and the coffee is made
I have almost everyday five cups of coffee
The bitter taste wakes me
I am reborn
I start my third cup and she says "stop drinking so much
No wonder you have headaches
You’re ******* dehydrated
Drink more water"
She drinks a liter of water a day
I drink a liter of coffee a day
and i love it. . . love it too much

I don’t know if women ever
imagine a man crying,
in his room while nothing
plays, and the quiet
makes him more sad.

you see a woman break down;
easily and how a man stands there
looking at his father or mother’s
grave, and doesn’t cry ever.

some men think if you
cry,
you are weaker than the dirt that
sinks in your shoes.

Hell I cried one night
after seeing a young
woman
who I thought I loved,
and all I did was
pour that liquor down
to the liver and make
me smile again.
you *******.


I saw my baby sister’s
grave and held on steady,
but we kept on going to
other known graves,
and the steadiness of
tears on me.
flowed on out
like the river rising
and killing us all.

Come dazed in deception,
making idols of perfection,
****** crazed in inception.
Faded away into morality,
****** into a fixed reality,
doomed? not quite.

Her eyes washed away,
flowing away with her wings,
a slump attitude, lying naked with her.
florescent grumpy woman.

I couldn’t wish for a good girl,
a man with beauty, who is so wise.
Locks of hair make the men
blues.

Bash my Morocco joker card,
fold my ace card, make myself
lose my thousand dollar sweat.
Soon I’ll shave my Beethoven beard,
and bleed Mozart all over my long
face, coughing up some Chopin,
falling down hitting off that dazed
feeling that started this mess.

The cops seem to only have eyes
for the wrong people.

I dig deep some nights in the head
for a romance, but
I'm too weird to kiss you.

Maybe we'll dream together for the
times sake. I love seeing the dogs running
from their owners in the streets.
I remember once my father lost the
dog and the dog was running up the street to
the busy cars.
My father was screaming telling to
stop chasing the dog,
but I kept chasing it.

I never really listen to people you see,
I need help and who wants to listen
to that?
everybody can't stand the mumbling of
a craze.

I could never stand the snow,
it’s nice to see sometimes,
but it’s never good to feel.

Winter becomes a dark sad time,
and the people get fat.
The snow adds more work
into my life, and I never want to
work, I rather sit on the couch
and then jump up quickly, walking
quickly to my room to write
another mighty bad poem.

Quickly I type it before it leaves my head,
when it leaves it never comes back.
The one week in the dead winter cold. I had a poem in my head,
and I had nothing to write with.
I was going crazy, ahhhhh…
but I FOUND ONE!
and I ripped a blank page
from the book I was reading.
finally letting it out,
finally relaxed.

She had Egyptian eyes and I loved looking at them,
her eyes were my favorite thing about her.
That body that was always against me. I miss that touch.
She was the definition of beauty.

Don’t you hate it when you sleep for eight hours

and still can’t get out of bed.

still tired and wanting to sink in that bed.

yet others live off two or three hours of sleep

and feel fine the next day.

In the factory I was working beside

a guy who said he had a great sleep yet

couldn’t stop passing out on the line.

he told me years ago he almost died right here

from OD’ing on opiates.

Now he was dying right in front of me from tiredness.

I had two hours of sleep.

felt alright.

Soon got a headache, and the black under my eyes was still there

but I was feeling alright.

I felt good and was smiling,
smiling at the people,
mostly the girls.

you know the pretty ones.

when you feel good,

you don’t want to hide from the pretty ones,

you look at their bombing blue eyes and smile and say hey.


smiling at the people who I
usually can’t stand,
i don’t like them and I don’t
want them around.

I felt good, not beating myself up
over nothing.
the mind was finally at its edge of peace.
The craziness has faded out of my heart
and now maybe I can love again.

I am the electric sun, beating on my cyanide drum.
Putting the world in drastic sleep of dreams, where
we dance on the elevated hill, chanting songs
of the delicate anger and Joy

Feast your eyes on me my saint, for I,
the electric sun, praise everyone! I worry
and creep the eye of Neptune, I sit in my
slim bodied chair, watching the race
of the glorious flower child. She
flies away in the burst of the symbolic light.

I can be your sun king Lion, i have virtue and
I’m always hunting for my prey of mechanical power.
I just look into my blinding mirror, and see my glazed
eyes. My grey ***** chin hair growing into a pathway
for death.

Gasping, i am now one of the powerless,
beating my elder drum, chanting to the saints
of Petersburg. Laughing away while rushing
through that last breath.

I became weak. Who killed wisdom, when all he wanted
was for righteousness to make love to power, so they could
have a child called reality. Now our halcyon sun king can rest
with sympathy, joining with its true paradise.

2009

Elizabeth

Last Year you were five

and now in four years

you will be ten.

and still in the ground

you will be.

and the only way to see your

face is with the only framed

baby picture on  the wall.

I feel doom

rising

we all go to the circus

to watch the clowns die

to see the elephants stripped

I feel cold

we all die out like the sad clowns we were

I killed the cat that tried to rip my ***** off with his baby claws

Moon is lit

the garbage is out

I feel dreadful and lonely
I feel smiles and laughter

Sad time changing always in the clouds the baby is crying and the mother is out of milk.

A waterfall where people have killed themselves diving down in the rocks

At 9:24 am the garbage is gone
and the next night it will already be filled

Sylvia, your head is in the oven

and forty years later I fall in love with a dead woman,

I read words of tears

from a dead woman,

and the woman I was seeing

was getting finger ****** by my long fingers.

she says there are little hairs on my back

and the shoulder blades are covered

with moles and zits

You are not dead

I wished I was dead a while ago

but the times are strange

Yesterday I was listening to silence

and thinking death

Today I see your smile

and that firm soft body

death soon disappears

Cherie in port elgin

the sundown is always peaceful there

the pink

the red skies eat away pain

I left her house at 6:48 am

to get on a bus back home

What are you doing almost one year later?

I can’t sleep tonight

I can hear the birds

Hell it’s morning already

ladies with flashing eyes
and flashing thighs.
I love it
He loves it
we all love it.

My pets are dead
at least the pork I cooked
is perfection in the mouth.
at least you have money
I like to give it mine away.

to cashiers
to give myself a false
high on life.
drink another drink
smoke another smoke
that’s life for some.
I do hope you still have
some reason left in the head.

my reason is a burning maze
a head light flickering
the good
the bad.
what do I do with it all.
my reason is a little sane
and I feel like eating my
soul to grow another one.


days become lazy and so do you
it’s good, sleep
for long hours
I couldn’t sleep for the past week
two or four hours of sleep
finally I gave up and slept for probably
the whole day missing life outside
people seem happy
and I seem sad
but something still in me
makes it all good again

and the money fades
a girl you like fades
a friend fades
others will fade as well
they will go
and you can still beat it
it smells like onion and
burned beef
old people are crowding
two oldies mucker about
not winning at the slots
and losing one hundred bucks
the oldies can ***** with ease
the talking never seems to stop
from them
they keep going with their tongue
going and going

At college I passed many good looking girls.
They surrounded the place
At night I was always stuck in a room filled with girls
They talk what girls would talk about
well how would I know?
talking about periods and what to do with the pad after worth
flushing condoms
I was with this girl always
and she was with other girls always
The guys seemed to dull or just
not too interested to talk to
I was quiet
and I just left sometimes
to drown in my room
my holy sanctuary
the power always ran out
and I would have to go downstairs
to the head desk person
telling them my power is out
than having to go back up
to my room and wait and wait
and wait and wait until the
janitor came with the keys
to unlock the fuse box
and to put my power back on again

Back into my sanctuary
and music was playing again
I found a joint
smoked it
became free again
the window showed the parking lot
and the people talking
I threw my garbage out the window
and went to bed.

She never wore dresses
She never wore short shorts
I kissed her viciously on those dry lips and she complains of the pain but she can’t stop kissing me
Someone outside yells I need a smoke
I need one too

angel America

have you met ******* scared Canada?

or is it the other way around?

It’s hot and
my forehead is sweating and
my long arms are sweating,
my ***** are hot and wet,
it’s hot in a 400 dollar room tonight.

Coffee drippings on the tongue,
salty bacon takes first place,
orange juice with *****,
flashes and flashes of lines and colour
from the mind spurting out the eyes and mouth.

It was too **** hot to be working in a factory.

Outside it was probably 25 degrees Celsius,

but inside it gets 5x hotter than it should be.

I’m always bending down, and the sweat takes over,

the sweat falling down on my face, wiping it every second.

I take off the “necessary” safety glasses

which I’d never wear anyway.

They would get fogged up and

I had enough of it.

The higher up people have said

they don’t need a break,

they just shove water in our face.

I chugged the whole bottle down and soon got cramps.

and no breaks were coming,

but the cars kept coming.

’d rather be sleeping than seeing you

I’d rather be sleeping than seeing my friends

I’d rather be sleeping than be dead

I’d rather be sleeping than being in a crowd

I’d rather be sleeping than talking to people

because the people I seem to only talk to are dumb and

never have a clue what they are saying

I’d rather be sleeping than being around you

even though we are together most of the time

and that time is well spent

I’d rather be sleeping

I’d rather be sleeping because

I’d rather be sleeping without you

I’d rather be sleeping with you

I’d rather be sleeping because

there is no point of being up

I never get anything done

I’d rather be sleeping

because I get to

dream

I’d rather be sleeping because sleep

seems to be the only thing that

keeps me going

Sleep you are good to me

but the problem is

I can never sleep

if you are good with words you are bad with numbers

if you are good with numbers you are bad with words

In a large cafe
the fat lady with greasy hair
eats her Chinese.

and many
around
preach in their little crowd

they think they know
it all
no one knows anything anymore

in this large cafe
people eat
but just stare at nothing

the large window
shows a snow storm
the wind blasts bullets of snow

the trees are dead
some of the people
look dead

they are mostly pale
and silent
and alone

just like the dead
themselves but they
don’t scratch the fat pimples

on their
back
like I do

the road was closed
and there was an accident.
a bad ****** accident.
where blood was hanging on their faces.

Sadly I didn’t feel anything
someone’s family was dead
and I was listening to the radio, bored, ******.
thinking about how this
accident happened.,
and the road closed.

but we got through an hour later.
life returned to normal

In the cab
The man with the harsh accent
Never shuts up
The man who doesn’t care about your life has to give it all at the store counter because his boss is right there and it’ll feel good to try to get that promotion
but the boss’s son gets it anyway
Trying to hard to get things you’ll never get
I’m wearing **** and on the bus
I feel like **** and I don’t want a job
I don’t want anything
I’ll be waiting
Sitting on a bench in the park watching the crazy homeless
Fight each other

there was never any greatest                                                                        

the bell is ringing                                                                                                            

the wall is torn down

people talking bore me to death                                                                          

models are ugly                                                                                                            

where are the real  girls in this city that know how to drink?

Drinking in lazy bars

I’m a soft man

the greatest

Shots of men, bursting into
laughter of fear, we’ll never
forget,
Heartless, this society we
live in, it ******* blows.

They take their bones to make homes,
take out their heart to keep warm,
cut off their legs to have something on
their dinner plate.

The firm workmen cheating on their lives,
mating with different wives, kissing the
vibrant shadows of the night.
dust in the mist, girl giving her pose
to death and the ghosts of endearment.
Make her a sullen figure of rage and scattered hope.

It was last Saturday,

she said she was coming over soon and

I needed help to finish off the bottles.

She at least makes good company, but of course

she couldn’t make it.

So I decided to drink alone,

woke up at noon,

a rainy Sunday with a beautiful hangover.

There was blood stains on the carpet,

looking at my hand, cuts everywhere.                                                                            

“What the hell happened last night?” I look at the time and it’s already 3 PM.

finally getting out of bed,

I get in the kitchen,

i can’t think,

i can feel the saliva coming up my throat,

still i make eggs and toast,

i know I’m going to be sick.

I walk to the washroom, put my head right in the toilet

I finally throw up, clean up in the washroom.

the sickness is all gone, and

I can finally enjoy my cold meal.

Money drains too quickly,
and why do the bad things
in life attach to me?
the drinks drain quickly,
but I’m the only one
draining them.
After my fifth ****
in my broken down bathroom.
I look in the mirror and feel
good and scared and *****.

the floor has  a bright **** stain
circle in the semi middle.
and the toilet never flushes
properly.

As I walked out the door,
it was like a scene from a movie.
A 1950’s french new wave film.

There she was, out of nowhere,
a beautiful brunette with a
cigarette in her mouth and
she stands there right in from of me wearing
a purple dress.
why don’t more woman wear dresses?
those skinny legs.
The sexiness lied in the way she lit that cigarette.
The head goes slightly down and she lights up and walks off.
I’m a fast walker, so I pass her, and as I pass her
I think.
-*******, whoever is getting that tonight
is one lucky *******.

She wasn't doing good on my bed, with the

night rolling on and I could see

it all come out of  her.

It looked like a tear, one little

tear, she was going down

but soon we became lions

fighting in fire

we became two lions all

over my bed

the kissing was ferocious.

How do these relationships work?

one hour we are fighting

the next hour we are one again

She puts a massacre on her lips with that lipstick,
I dream about you far away
while flowers and dogs and cats
eat themselves up.
You would think I’m a boring man because all I do is sit in the dark and be myself.
I’ll write another doomed poem for safety.
I drank the whole bottle of wine and
woke up with no hangover.
someone yells ****** out my window
and the boys laugh on.
The blacks walk and talk like that
and a white couple see them
and start to
walk the other way.
I feel a bruise on my leg.
Where did that come from?
and why do angels fear you?

this ****** thought he could toss me around

some Indian ****** with a loud mouth

I wouldn’t leave my seat and he begged like

a pooch telling me “can you move, I wanna sit there,

let me sit beside the girl man.”


He kept begging to be beside this girl

later on he tells me that I should’ve moved because he is a

bouncer

one lousy skinny bouncer

he tells me that he would’ve put me in a head lock like the others

don’t mess with him you see


I TELL him to shut the hell up

no one cares and no one wants to hear you

he doesn’t take to kindly to these words

I am never ready for a fight but if it happens

it happens

but this fight didn’t happen

he just stood there with his stupid face

trying to scare me with his little child eyes

the man has his craziness
And it will always show
at the wrong times
The woman has it locked up
In the soul and it takes time
To unleash
She sat their drinking tea and that’s that
all calm and pure inside and out

Where days go on and on, you feel the dirtiness reach into your eyes.

Some days are so *****, the gods and saints of London

lets the city rain **** for our punishment.

They watch laughing without any care

Cops rather chase the dope freaks,

instead of stopping the pill sellers right in every corner downtown.

cops who eat their **** for breakfast,

then go spouting it all over the innocent ones.

Jamaicans jamming the drums

i don’t know where to go?

Hamilton my old home,

still hasn’t wiped its *** in over fifty years.

but London here I come again,

another year with you.