Each day a brighter setting sun,
A full moon's promise, Spring's begun,
Dawn is destined, new life has spun,
I sleep well knowing, love has won.

They ate supper in her bed.
After they ******.
After he'd come. And she'd come. And then he came again.

She could do that to him.
Make him rise to the occasion.
All it took was a slip of the tongue,
A soft palm and a true story
Told in a calm voice.

It was love, yes it was, pure and private,
And a warm dinner
Served on mismatched blue china plates,
Cozy kiln fired coffee mugs,
Filled with lemon water and a single ice cube,
*** toy cluttered night stand,
A massive rubber **** suction-cupped to the bedside table,
The perfect *******, eternal and soft-hard.

No one can look away from a hard ****, she said,
A large half empty bottle of Swiss Navy,
The slick residue still
Slim on their hands and slip-n-slide
Between the cheeks of her ***.

Naked knees fused together,
A limp ***** asleep like a pet,
Weather vane *******,
Her **** in obvious disagreement,
The counterfeit independence of twins
And pointing in different directions,


Their concentration for the moment was
On their food,
As a knife and fork Morse Code,
Replaced their unusual banter,
And playful conversation.

Pillows littered the bedroom floor
Her  three cats languished,
Imperial, marble eyed and  yawning
Like ill mannered, bored and arrogant guests,
Impervious to time and place,
Hang-arounds too impolite to acknowledge
The party was over,
Say goodnight
And go.

I forgot to tie my shoes
On a Tuesday afternoon.
And I stumbled out the door,
On my way to Saskatoon.

I banged my knee and ankle
And cursed the lord in vain.
Life has so many bright spots
I really can't complain.

Who would you be if you could not be,
A reflection of yourself.

You'd look in the mirror, maybe get nearer,
And **** you're a cute little elf.

Or maybe its hazy and you're feeling crazy,
So you snap your fingers out loud.

And before you know it,you don't want to blow it,
You're a witch with her head in a shroud.

The thing that you can't be, the thing that is unfree,
You'll never guess how many have tried,

Is the you that you were, your past you defer,
There's no going back, it's denied.

You know that way you look at me,
With your seductious, come hither, taylor eyes.

Well, I experience a kind of reverse nostalgia,
When you lust and oggle,

And I realize that this is the moment,
The exact moment,
That one day,
I will yearn for,
As I stare out and through an uncurtained window.

The tip,your taste on tempted tongue,
The haste, the hover, the hungry one.
I live, I last, I love, lament,
I walk and wonder where our love went.

Tease me with your metaphor
Your kitten's purr, our lion's roar,
Alliterate your love for me,
****, sensual, sets me free.

A simile might make me smile,
Like Cheshire cats in sly profile,
But allegory comes first and last,
Our love a winter's snowy path.

We fell in love on an elevator,
Headed straight to the stars,
Our first kiss,
At my nephew's briss
Everyone smoking cigars.

Life is ever a circus
Elephants in every room.
I"ll hold hands
Till we make plans
Your smile in forever bloom.

Pick me.

Pic me.

From Boomer to Millennial

Listen.
Or more appropriately I'm listening.

I know you aren't happy
And you are unsure of what to do,
And no matter how many times you try
It always comes back to money,

I get it.

This weird concept of trading our time for tokens

But the best advice I can give you
Is to not follow your dreams,
Ignore your passions,
Stop worshiping Disney.

Join forces with others if you can
And make money.
Its the only way to get free,
To reclaim your life,
To do something that matters.

You are soon dead.
That's the only sure thing.
Money will liberate you from fear.

That's as good as it gets

Beware the life spent in pursuit,

Of happiness and joy,

A life lived longing, hoping,

Can make pleasure our decoy.


Time better spent posed standing still,

Attracting to us the things that thrill,

Be the magnet, be the pull,

Attract and capture the beautiful.

How come
Watching you get dressed,
The shake, shake shimmy
Of slipping things on,

Is more arousing
Than the tease.

Do I lust more
For the things
I cannot have.

The moment you begin to feel sorry for someone,
Is the exact moment you begin
To under estimate them.

First be kind,
And then be firm.
Unselfish, generous,
Stand tall, confirm.

Be bold, be beautiful,
Wear your crown,
Head held high,
Gaze never down

I've spent my life searching for coins in the cushions,
Scrounging,
Excited by the cookie crumbs others leave behind.

No more.

Today I draw my sword.

I farted at Yoga,
And it wasn't a toot,
Think foghorn,
Or moose call,
A trombone salute.

The relief was enormous,
God's gift is a gas,
Who ever thought tranquility,  
Would burst from my ***.

Find me,
Bind me,
Tie me to a stake.

Poke me,
Choke me,
Watch me cry and shake.

Hate me,
Berate me,
Make me howl and moan.

Tease me,
Please me,
Throw this dog a bone.

First we learn to survive.

Then we learn to accumulate.

Eventually we consider how to share.

Before we settle and vanish forever.


Life is life. Death is our gift.

Pace yourself.

How fortunate to have failed young,
To have lost my way and early stung.

At twenty we still think in grey,
Not too afraid to have lost our way.

Still, one life lesson and it is brilliant
Lose everything but your resilience.

When you feel beaten,
Exhausted,
Lost and abandoned.

When you feel alone,
Empty,
Hopeless and scared.

Wrap your arms round your marmaduke,
Huggle, hold and re-create,
A dog is never just a friend,
A loyal love til the very end

What is the purpose of life, he asked.

To create meaning where there is none, she answered.

So there is no God, he asked

Not yet, she answered.

I haven't told a man in a Santa Claus suit to *******.

Yet.

I haven't kissed a marmot on the lips.

Yet.

I haven't ridden a horse over a mountain while smoking a cigar.

Yet.

I haven't made love only speaking French.

Yet.

I haven't waded in a swamp full of alligators.

Yet.

I haven't freed someone I know from jail.

Yet


I haven't watched anyone I know breathe their last breath.

Yet.

I haven't given up on lottery tickets.

Yet.

I haven't stolen a car and raced down a country road.

Yet

I haven't stopped trying to knit.

Yet.

I haven't forgotten about making love to you in a cave.

Yet.

I haven't found any money in a ditch.

Yet

I haven't asked for help from a nun.

Yet.

I have not jumped into the sea from a tall cliff.

Yet.

I have not told you that I memorized all the poems you wrote.

Yet

A night moon bold and bright,
A diamond sky with tinsel light,
A girl, a boy, a kiss, a cry,
Lover's list to quiet sigh.

A man walked into a bar,

'Ouch' he said, 'who put that there."

A woman was watching and snapped her fingers.

'It's time to raise the bar,' she said,

And forty swordsmen on pure white horses appeared.

'More', she shouted as loud as she could.

And forty pistol packing mamas on motorcycles appeared.

'I need a drink', the man said

'Let's belly up to the bar," the woman said.

And that's the story of two people being called to the bar.

How trivial my needs and wants,
I'll spend an hour choosing fonts,
I'll whine and whimper woe is me,
Life is tough my friends agree.

Others wait in line for water,
Weeping losing sons and daughters,
Violence daily, a well known stranger,
Living lives of total danger.

Forgive me all my selfish thoughts
A first world man who's tied in knots,
I barely think to lift a finger,
As children shiver and death lingers

You are what you do,
Not what you did,
Each day a new dawn
A chance to re-bid.

Others may never
Forgive or forget,
Some pain is permanent,
A  life long regret.

But you must be you,
And you know your shame,
The things that you've done,
Things  never done again.

So abandon your guilt,
Learn from your past,
Be kind and be better,
Make love unsurpassed.

I publish ******* by the gig,
Silly, simple rhymes that jig,
Maybe one day I'll remember,
The path I took to poet- pretender.

I really don't know how I got here,
A drunken quest to be a Shakespeare,
Perhaps it's all a dream and drama,
And in the end perhaps it's karma.

Why do we fear,
Those who stray near,
Why is it us versus them.

Can't we have love,
And be tolerant of,
Where do our differences stem.

In this world of division,
It's a simple decision,
Change is always within.

So nod at a stranger,
Kindness trumps danger,
Joy is a magical win.

The crow one-eyes me,
Gives me the up and down,

Then stabs at the ground
And harpoons a blue and white,

A tiny caterpillar only seconds old,
A hatch-ling, one minute in the sun,

How brief, how pure,
Life is never over before its begun.

Life's about choices and soft spoken voices,
Whispered wise thoughts and a few maybe- nots,
We take a chance one day and then go the other way,
The world let's us wander and wants us to ponder.

You can change up your mind and be angry or kind,
We're not just machines, with their push button dreams,
If you don't like your path, then just do the math,
And take new directions, to new intersections,

Because time is a trick that goes by very quick,
Death's single reward is you'll never be bored.

Maja wanted to party.
Pachanga and rage,
Yodel see oooma and tunnel sing.

No alcohol she said,
A stupid juice, no switchin' lanes.

We dance tonight, she said, macarena, gigging,
A grind fest, dry ******* on a stanky leg,
Be ****** and true.

The word spread.
By 11 p.m. a thousand isadoras from Devon,
Mud sharks and ****,
Everybody smigglin' and dimplin' out.

We only have this day, Maja said,
So we bustamove and shuffle.
Tonight. All night.
And we rallied.

Do not spit and tease me
With your duchess anger,
Or flaunt your sad pose,
Or **** with me,
By sigh or sob,
Wet cheeks red and damp,
A trickle lick of salt and tears.

I'm empty.
Do you hear me?

Drained pallid and lip crackle dry,
Not even a ******* stain of me to be found.

I can't see my shadow or myself
Hear my shouts,
Feel a fingerprint
Or even smell the blood stink
We conjure up on the hottest days.

I am gone. You can have the dogs.

Why do you hate me?
What did I do
That makes you stone me
With a constant guilty glare

Why do you look at me
That way.


It wasn't my fault.

She died.

In my arms.

Do you get that.

I could feel her heart beating.
And then I couldn't.

I slipped into a hero panic.
I ran twelve miles
With her dead ******* body in my arms.

But she was dead.

Before I began.
She was dead.

And now so are we.
I won't be in touch.
Again.
Ever.

When my brother died,
I cried quietly.
Spontaneously
Efficiently.

I slumped down in my chair
And hug-held myself.
Echoes,
Memories.

Oddly, it was also the happiest day
Of my life.
Finally my warrior, my friend, my guide is pain free
After years of cancer slavery.

Safe journey Bro.
Love you.

So **** when you're naked,
Too hot when you dress up,

Flirtatious on a Friday night,
You stop to ask wassup.

Taunt me, tempt me, tease me,
Retake me with your smile.

Sleepy eyes and sunrise sighs,
A lust so versatile.

How withered, worn and weathered spent,
My love a broken heart event,
I miss us more than you or me,
Something special now set free.

He asked her to run away with him.

Abandon all the nonsense, he said,

The whiplash of city life,

Where love is calculated,

Always a ratio expressed as an investment.


Flee to Panama with me, he begged her,

And we will watch the slow motion freighters,

Fat with their overkill,

Flat bottom barges with their smooth decks

Piled high with Lego like boxcars,

The Navy cutters,  sharp shorn sailors,

Crisp salutes, code talkers eager to obey,

On board their aptly named destroyers,

We will watch their steel hulls

Float up hill and mediate the thick flora,

Gun barrels, rude and pointed fast forward, ready to ****.




At night, in the jungle, he promised her,

We will throw handfuls of diamonds,

Up into the sky

And watch them sparkle for hours,


In the starry dark our eyes will dance

And tease,

As you shout your pleasure,

Good god no one ***** quietly in paradise, he told her,

The constant cacophony of the night hunters,

The simian sentries,

To whom noise

Is both whimsy and centuries of security,

The curious monkeys

The Giant macaw,

The fauna creeps

To the outer edge of our campfire.

To watch our curious

And temperamental exchange,

Of sap and soul.


Meet me there he begged her.


No, she replied,softly

In a way that always

Sounds like yes

To him.

When I kissed you,
With open eyes,
I was not expecting,
Such a pleasant surprise.

Soft lips, plump pout,
**** sounds when you breathe out,
Bodies press, ******* flatten,
Buttons yield, belts unfasten.

It isn't love,
Such a mystery tour,
But so divine,
Love's first lure.

In the middle of the night,
When sleep is a drug of choice,
I sometimes weep openly,
A damp pillowcase in the morning,
My oft found re-memory of you.

I cannot live without you.
I cannot die without kissing you again.
Hope and despair have finally won.

I like a girl who orders pie at noon.
Deep dish apple,warm with a macaroon,
Strong coffee with one fork,one spoon,
No rush today take the afternoon,
Of course the finish was delicious
And over way too soon.

She wrote me an old fashioned letter,
Ball point pen on snowflake stationary.

Found my soft spot as usual, uncovered a tear,
She was always **** good at that.

There's personality in the way people write,
The individual shape of the letters, the slant, the size.

And like a thumbprint, your style is unique to you,
Handwritten like homemade brings things to life.

Oceans of love was my grandmother's signature phrase

We are transforming into machines, robots,
Things that never feel at all, never really laugh or cry.

Are you as numb as I am,
Watch people die right before my eyes,
Then switch to cats chasing clicks.

Do you know those days
When you wake up
With a full bag of damp powdery cement
On your chest.

You struggle,
To get out from underneath,
To wiggle and worm your way out
To get up,
To move,
To run
Screaming,
Hands over your ears
From your own thoughts,
As an evil voice pursues you,
Hunts you
Laughs at you
Belittles you,
Taunts you, teases you, torments you,
With the relentless repetition....
**** yourself
**** yourself
**** yourself,

So you do.

He was assertive.
And zig zag.
Urgent.

Guiding her.
His hand firmly in the middle of her back.

He wanted to touch her.
Grab the cheeks of her ***, two bags of jam and squeeze.
Slip his fingers up and under her skirt and put two in the pink.

Buck fever.
Jelly farm her.
Finger **** her.

He closed his eyes.
Aroused.
Verminescent.

Do it she whispered.

We beg,
We cry,
We plead and bargain
Til we say goodbye.

We bend,
We break,
And gamble all and everything,
That took so long to make.

We wave,
We wither,
Death whisper-speaks,
A cold night-breath that makes us shiver.

If we are what we do,
And then what we eat,
If habits form habits
Is there no way to cheat?

Only actions make change,
We must move to adapt,
How simple it seems,
No need to hold back.

If you want a new you,
Then go for a walk,
You'll never reach higher,
With nothing but talk.

How do we ever explain
The joy expressed by a soldier
As he kills a child
With a bullet to the head.

Every army is ugly.

We are a mistake.
We have nothing to offer the universe.
Our end is near.

Karla said we should get lost.

Let's go off-trail, she said,
To some distant part of this city,
And we will walk until we wander.

I'd been drinking since dawn,
Not a usual thing,
And yet somehow today
A beer for breakfast,
Seemed like the right thing to do.

Come on, she said,
And pulled me by the arm.
We will edge away from all your demons,
And find a secret place to make out.

Then after, you can buy me a dollar cup of joe,
Karla continued.

We'll chew with our mouths wide open,
Trample down a half dozen donuts each
Then tease-feed the pigeons with samples and dessert.

What if it rains, I asked as I did up my old Nikes.

Then we get wet Karla said and kissed me.

When you suggested we play hide and seek,
I did not realize you were talking about your emotions.

For 240,000 years we lived
In small groups.
100 to 150 in your clan
And the hunting and gathering was good.

For the last 10,000 years,
We domesticated ourselves,
Thousands then tens of thousands and
Finally millions of us jammin' on main street.

In small groups we the knew the trouble makers,
Justice came swift and accurate as hell.
But in our massive modern congregations,
The spin is on, not so easy to pin a tail.

So the city boys and girls invented god.
Said his eyes and ears were everywhere,
It was the only way we could think of,
To get a million or more to tow the line.

But he's not up there, out there or anywhere.
Yes god is an attempt to make a better world,
And maybe it was even the right thing to do.
But now he divides us and it is time for god to go.

If you cry, no one will see your tears.

If you wail, no one will hear your scream.

If you fear, no one will smell your sweat.

If you pray, no one will listen to your heart.

You are alone.

In a universe of a billion worlds.

You are all alone.

Can you Tik Tok a shuffle,
Facebook a thread,
Instagram a selfie,
Tweet that you are dead.

Can you strike up a conversation,
Nod at those unknown,
Talk kindly to a stranger,
Ignore a ringing phone.

Can you love a friend forever
Remember days gone by,
Reach out for a smile,
Stop searching for the why.