I have a booth
At our town's Farmers Market

All the Gentryfied
Queue up before the doors open
Shivering outside

Above my head
a sign reads:

Fresh Eggs from a Chicken Free
$5 US dollars a dozen

I washed my face with a stick of ice that I snapped off from the tap,
not saying that it's cold, oh no! not anything like that,

they tell me squirrels hide their nuts
I must be one of those,
my breath comes out all misted
can't see beyond my nose.

I might have to wear my thermals,
a balaclava and a scarf,
it ain't 'alf bleeding cold out there,
the lark doesn't seem to care.

The souvenirs
beckon
nostalgia
I wistfully hark
back
to  the blue mountains
the blue moon
the cinematic
landscape
the coastline
the dense
wilderness
and so on
The obsession
hasn't
been
lost
yet

Canada and America have their differences from Eh to Zee

At the barroom playing darts
it's all fun and games until
someone loses an eye

Sitting in the executive boardroom
it's all fun and games until
someone loosens a tie

Dark forces
Stay out of the light
No shadow cast

They reel-in aspersions
From casted doubt

Walking paths
Through the woods
A dark force

Whispers come hither
Disguised between  
Leafy barking trees

             X

The traffic light
Turns amber

The car races through
Only too
Drive into

An old man
Wearing sunglasses
      
                O

The dark forces
Make one become
Sleepy-eyed

The darkness forces
A vision of a
Hundred billion Suns

                X

Lampposts discuss
The disgusting force of darkness

With light comes the day
Truth is "darkest before the dawn"

                       O

Light dispels those
Dark (and *****) forces

That come out
To play hard
Into the night


end