If the Earth really was dying
and we took every microcosm,
every spore, every seed, every insect, reptile, animal.

Then we transported all to an
inhabitable planet far, far away.
Transplanting the old to the new.

Would it become second nature?

tall pines
birch trees
lining the trail

high cliffs
running streams

waterfalls
spilling over rock

smashing into
pools below

ears attuned
to forest creatures

dusk
fast approaching

a full grown doe
meanders

a young buck
follows

I wonder
who it is

that feels
more fear

in that moment
we are one

I live with this Cat,
her name is Serenity.
She's very neurotic.
It's "meow, meow, meow"
to get out..
and "meow,meow, meow"
to get in..

It's not like she doesn't
have any problems,
I hear her meow "What
if I get mange" and
"What if I am chasing Birds
and a Crow comes along
and pecks out my innards".

She meows, "You know, it's
no thanks to you I have no front claws,
what happens if I should run into a ***** Rat".
"You just make sure my Food Dish is full
and we'll get along okay".

I live with this Cat named Serenity,
She "meows" to get out,
she "meows" to get in.
Serenity, she's very neurotic.
She stays out all day
and comes in to ****.
Serenity is far from serene,
but I guess she likes to have
something over on the Dog.

Sometimes you can't
find any justice anywhere,
oh sure you run into
a little here and a little there.

Just like the heat can
push you out into the cold,
leaving your bones
feeling bought and sold.

We all need love
and I'm no exception,
I can't stand still,
no not for rejection.

All I wanted was a little magic
I didn't want no voodoo,
I didn't want to crash and burn,
not like you do.

I'm plugging my ears
to stop the noise and
******* the wound
to rid me of the poison.

I have to roll up my
sleeves and dig in the dirt,
try to repair the damage,
now that wouldn't hurt.

So what's so hard
about blowing you off,
leaving me alone to
collect my thoughts.

But it feels so lonely
knowing we'll be done
I'm a little lovelorn
after the setting sun.

I grew so tired
of all your lies
and to take them as truths
just wouldn't be wise.

Still it's a matter
of setting thing straight,
no more will I jump in
and take your bait.

Instead of missing you I'm just going
to get used to not having you around,
I deal with it better that way or
at least that's what I've found.

  © 2013

Two shadowy figures
    start toward each other
         each staring from the other end
               of a long hall.

Both held ornate candlesticks
            made of brass, held head high,
                      candles flickering.

Slowly they approached
      one another, neither uttering
              no grunt nor word.

The candlelight walls bear
graffiti smeared in dark red blood
that bathe in the light as the sticks grew near.

Each door they passed
      had stylized golden number plates,
           behind them echoed whispers.

Slowly the cloaked figures met,
     standing face to face, the candles snuffed,
                 only to find they were the only light.

let's make
     smoking
        cool again

***** cruising
    down the road

two lips
   kissing a cigar

he
comes from
          shady lane

he said

let's make
   smoking
      cool again

Stop and think
whether you're one
alone or in the drink
too much of
a lot of nothing
to the fingers
doing the clutching
I'm full of it
it's wasted on me
"I'd never join a
club that would
accept me
as a member"
And so it goes
as I sit on the curbside
wearing a **** eating grin

Stop and think
whether you're one
alone or in the drink
too much of nothing
to the fingers
doing the clutching
I'm full of it
it's wasted on me
"I'd never join a club
that would accept me as a member"
And so it goes
as I sit here on the curbside
wearing a **** eating grin.

the runt
of the
litter

she is **** head
was going to call her meow

but **** head works fine.

Jack in trades
master of none,
been fighting slaves
and the demons won.

Switched on darkness
to shut out light,
revolution is real,
rolling far from sight.

To hold the universe
he left his mind,
The edge of spirit
was the boundary line.

Wind down experience,
symbolic in clock,
a falter or stall
in every step of the walk.

Went to see my shrink the other day
For some unknown reason
He felt the need to tell me he was a Liberal
I told him I identify as a Paradox
He said that was strange
He had heard of Furries
But never has anyone identified
As a pair of Doc Martins before

Sick man sick man why you so sick
try to walk a block feels like a mile
sick man be sick for very long while
every time I see him he never smile

Sick man sick man why you so sick
doctor can't tell him what be wrong
sick man been sick way too long
sick man sick just got to be strong

Sick man sick man why you so sick
wouldn't wanna walk in your shoes
sick man ain't got no power to choose
sick man sick man don't want sick man blues

Sikh and ye shall find

My mind
showing me colours
that I could not believe.

Honed stories,
blended edges
making a collage.

My dreams at night
are well worth
this life that I am spending.

Silence echoes in the dance,
playing with the edges of time,
dreams holding everything together
while I sew coats for them.

Stunned by the light
that Silence sprayed,
the dance stopped
and went away.

My mind
floating in colours
that it made me believe.

Skin deep in her cold green sea,
a dark and gnarled sky above.
On the curved horizon a side reads:
She believes in angels but she can't believe in love.

Insane in her reverie, wings sewn cross-stitch
down the spine of her back.
Rattling panes that the wind blows
are just a reminder of all that she lack.

Saw teeth across metal is music to her ear,
the shriek of the tea kettle full of insolent childhood fear.
Rude eyes shout; forget the devil, he has no bite.
She knows better though and she's not going down without a fight.

Her attempts to speak of the things she has heard
are the sounds of a cat who has sprung on a bird.
To spread her wings is to spread her legs
and embrace the power the darkness has made.

Oh, the suffering of heartache after hearts ache
while pulling the wings off of flies.
She can make you laugh, she's pretty smart eh,
but it isn't the same as being wise.

Every bit of her life, it occurs to her,
yes it does, it just occurs.
Now is it being selfish or just being blind,
if fooling people well is her way to unwind.

Skin deep in her cold green sea,
a dark and gnarled sky above.
On the horizon a sign reads:
She believes in angels, but she can't believe in love.

Insane in her reverie, wings sewn cross stitch
all down the spine of her back,
rattling panes that the winds blow
are just a reminder of all that she lack.

Saw teeth across metal, this is music to her ear,
the shriek of a tea kettle brings insolent childhood fear.
Rude eyes shout; forget the devil, he has no bite.
She knows better though, she won't go down without a fight.

Her attempts to to speak of the things she has heard
are the sounds of the cat who has sprung on the bird.
To spread her wings is to spread her legs
and embrace to power the darkness has made.

Oh, the suffering of heart ache after heart's ache,
while pulling the wings off of flies.
She can make you laugh, she's pretty smart hey,
but it isn't the same as being wise.

Every bit of her life, it occurs to her.
Yes it does, it just occurs.
Now is that being selfish or just being blind,
if fooling people well is her way to unwind.


end


© copyright 2005

Skin deep in her cold green sea,
a dark and gnarled sky above.
On the curved horizon a sign reads:
She believes in angels but she can't believe in love.

Insane in her reverie, wings sewn cross-stitch
down the spine of her back,
rattling panes that the wind blows
are just a reminder of all that she lack.

Saw teeth across metal is music to her ear,
the shriek of the tea kettle full of insolent childhood fear.
Rude eyes shout; forget the devil, he has no bite.
She knows better and isn't going down without a fight.

Her attempts to speak of the things she has heard
are the sound of the cat who has sprung on the bird.
To spread her wings is to spread her legs
and embrace the power the darkness has made.

Oh, the suffering of heartache after hearts ache,
while pulling the wings off of flies.
She can make you laugh, she's pretty smart eh.
But it isn't the same as being wise.

Every bit of her life, it occurs to her,
yes it does, it just occurs.
Now is it being selfish or just being blind,
if fooling people well is her way to unwind.

Skin deep in her cold green sea,
a dark and gnarled sky above.
On the curved horizon a sign reads:
She believes in angels but she can't believe in love.

Insane in her reverie, wings sewn cross-stitch
down the spine of her back,
rattling panes that the wind blows
are just a reminder of all that she lack.

Saw teeth across metal is music to her ear,
the shriek of the tea kettle full of insolent childhood fear.
Rude eyes shout: forget the devil, he has no bite.
She knows better though, she's not going down with out a fight.

Her attempts to speak of things she has heard
are the sound of the cat who has sprung on the bird.
To spread her wings is to spread her legs
and embrace the power that darkness has made.

Oh, the suffering of heartache after heart's ache
while pulling the wings off of flies.
She can make you laugh, she's pretty smart eh,
but it isn't the same as being wise.

Every bit of her life, it occurs to her,
yes it does, it just occurs.
Now is that being selfish or just being blind,
if fooling people well is just her way to unwind.


© copyright 2005

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Skin deep in her cold green sea,
a dark and gnarled sky above.
On the curved horizon a sign reads;
She believes in angels but she can't believe in love.

Insane in her reverie, wings sewn cross-stitch
down the spine of her back,
rattling panes that the wind blows
are a reminder of all that she lack.

Saw teeth across metal is music to her ear,
the shriek of the tea kettle full of insolent childhood fear.
Rude eyes shout; forget the Devil, he has no bite.
She knows better though and she's not going down without a fight.

Her attempts to speak of the things she has heard
are the sound of the cat who has sprung on the bird.
To spread her wings is to spread  her legs
and to embrace the power that the Darkness has made.

Oh, the suffering of heartache after heart's ache
while pulling the wings off of flies.
She can make you laugh, she's pretty smart eh,
but it isn't the same as being wise.

Every bit of her life, it occurs to her,
yes it does, it just occurs.
Now is that being selfish or just being blind,
if fooling people well was just her way to unwind.

You pick a time
you pick a place.

Who lies to you
the whole human race.

That everybody lies
doesn't make it right.

Trust is the first to go
then ex- friends take flight.

Everybody's got a story,
yours is I did you wrong. 


I have to say... hey buddy
let guy bonds be guy bonds.

Just grin and bear it.. or
grin and bare it.

That's what you've got to do,
As far as this one goes... we're through.

As you slowly slide
into memory
and i am left to bury
my dead dream
i can't help but envy
the one who holds you now
because it isn't me
to have and hold you now.

As you slowly slide
into memory
and i am left to bury
my dead dream
my heart is aching
and my spirit yearns
i have to comfort myself believing
that there is still so much to learn.

As you slowly slide into memory
and i am left to buy my dead dream
the thoughts crawl by
i shudder and sigh
and i can't hold back the tears
so i let them fall
and tell it all
to the one who really cares.
As you slowly slide into memory.


© copyright 1999

All Rights Reserved

As you slowly slide
into memory
and I am
left to bury
my dead dream.

I can't help but envy
the one who holds you now,
because it isn't me
to have and hold you now.

As you slowly slide into memory
and I am left to bury my dead dream.

My heart is aching and my spirit yearns,
I have to comfort myself in believing
that there is still so much to learn.

As you slowly slide into memory
the thoughts crawl by, I shudder and sigh.

I can't hold back the tears
as I let them fall, I tell it all
to the one who really cares.

In the summer of love
I was fourteen,
I did the acid
And I tripped that trip.

My hair was long and wavy
And my body was lean.

I could look in the mirror
And say 'you're a lean mean machine'.

Sometimes these days
I hear myself saying that
I'll turn my thoughts to the grave.

When I came
Face to face
With my additions
I could see how I misbehaved.

One day the light came on,
I knew I was my master
Not my ****** slave.

There is a season,
Like it says in the good book.
I couldn't find my bearings,
The ground beneath my feet it shook.

I've lived a life and I've broke my heart
I've twisted up sayings like
You have to start from the start

Now why do you want to say that,
That I just come from a squirt
That's gone and left me with my feelings hurt.

It's almost time to lay my head to rest,
I want to say I gave it my all,
Nothing short of I have done my best.

I love my e-cigarette,
my smoking stick..

Reminding me of
an Aboriginal elder,
passing their pipe
of peace around the circle,
only to be passed
to that White Devil
full of guild..

Did the White Devil
know which way
the story was going to go?
Too much guile
would have had to been sensed.

Perhaps there was no game plan,
only the rhythm of Life..
like a bucking horses'
up's and down's..
and jerking from
side to side.

The end result being
a stallion's broken spirit..

From the whip's full of pinch,
the lashes of the crop..
And the spurs full of vengeful  thrusts,
in no way, in any way of any winning,
Only a demoralizing, and a shaming.

The Evil White Devil,
his Evil didn't stop after
he hunted down the Warrior.

The Warriors Scalp taking,
perhaps an angry, brutality exposing
of a weakness in their spirit
when standing beside the Great Spirit's fullness'

No, no, It all has to be "owned up to".
Then perhaps a healing will take place,
A healing to where blame is resolved
by confession and understanding,
not by putting a monetary value on it,
but by a Love for by a Love's knowing.


The dreams I have when I smoke my pipe.

That day
it's either ask
a friend for a favour,
or sleep on the roof
of some City building.

The daylight affords
City parks, City benches.

Hit the Soup Kitchen
for a morning sliced cheese sandwich
along with a weak cup of tea.

Sneak into the Mall
Food Court wash rooms
for a freshen-up.

A ****, shower and shave
without the shower and shave.

One foot in front of the other,
one foot on the street,
the other in the gutter.

Killing time, looking
for friendly faces
to *** a smoke from.

Feeling no permanence,
no point, no purpose.

A bruised and broken ego,
avoiding any eye contact.

Pity-faced glances
walk by on passing heads.

Not two cents to rub together,
looking for any best-old-ex-friend,
in the hopes of sofa surfing,
or maybe just a cup of coffee.

Took a ten mile drive
To the Bay of Fundy

The tides out for miles
We climb down the loose shale

On the beach we can hear the tidewater rushing
The red clay hills feel like a dream

The beauty of it all, wholesome and true
I could baptised my self in the muddy murky red

I sat down to write
something meaningful

something
the poetic readers

will show you that
you've struck a vein with their likes

something
so meaningful

it spills over
with meaning

turning the heads
of other writers

and it brings tears to the eye
with its stinging truth

so full of insight
that it shines a light

on the darkest corners
of the mind

wisps
of
smoke
blown
into
the
wind

tattoo
piercing
pushing
a rock
over
a hill

a candle
a torch
a floodlight
a flamethrower

imaging
projecting
thinking
breathing

It isn't always the cream
that rises to the top,
sometimes it's the scrum.

Some times it's the slop
that makes the piggies come.

Get your sorry *** out of here,
bye now, so long.

Is Fear when you don't have Love?
And in the end, it's not about
how you do it,
any more than how you don't.

Which hand's got what,
get your sorry *** out of here.
Bye now, so long.

Fear? What's left to be afraid of,
What haven't I done been ****** over by?

God have mercy on me,
give me some of your sweet mercy,
have some mercy on me.

Lord you know it ain't right.
If this is foreplay, gimme more play... (69).
I can't wait to see what happens next!


© 2000

All Rights Reserved

If when I stand out in the wild
and I hear the sound of silence
come to find it be a whole lot of
amplified white noise numbing my mind

I'd rather hear the sound of a Mariachi
Band bouncing off the cold and sweaty tiles
of a Public Washroom wall where secrets
lay on bended knees and golden rings
are held at eye level trying to act as a reminder
of what should be good in life.

it sounds
and i am compelled to listen.

this is beautiful,
now that i've heard it

there is no turning back,
to the point of no return.

experience piles up,

the hold never dissipates.

at times it emmersis me and i remain motionless.

it sounds, squeezing ***
on its bonds with male
and female on fresh waves..

© copyright 2013

All Rights Reserved

It sounds
And I am compelled to listen
This is beautiful
Now that I've heard it
There is no turning back
To the point of no return
Experiences pile up
The hold never dissipates
At times it immerses me
And I remain motionless
It sounds, squeezing ***
On its bonds with male
And female on fresh waves

Play on mandolin
and pedal steel guitar,
leaving me with a lonesome feeling.

Yes, sometimes I feel so all alone,
so all alone in the middle of all these stars.

Oh so many stars in oh so much space...

Back in the crisp October air with the leaves falling everywhere.
The winds they whipped through this old house.
And at times it was too much cold to bear.

So I went out and bought an electric blanket and a space heater
that we took from room to room.
Candles were lit to shine away every corners' gloom.

Now tell me, who was the brainiac that named it the Sun
when they could have called it a Space Heater.

When here
Is nearer than near

In this moment
I tell myself

This framed picture
Bordered with and by others

Its next stop is non-stop
travelling time and space

How about some of that
You take the high road

While I take the low one
Our destination a place in the sun

In this space
In this time

Today is just another whistle stop
Followed by tomorrow's next flip flop

A full moon passing through the night sky
Isn't what it seems, it's not the way it goes
It's the rotation of the Earth that causes the illusion
Known by most but thought of by few

I've heard some of the best,

hung around

with Priests or pastors

shared our records
spoke poetically

wondered about it all..

doesn't change the fact

we were all entertainers.

When they say 'I got your back',
make sure they don't have
a knife in their hand.

It feels like I'm
just a dog and
I've only dug up
one more
bone of contention.

When I say
I'd like to
give you
a knuckle
sandwich,
I know it's
not for the best
even though
it's true,
in the end,
I'm like the robot
flying the drone
unmaned,
I've got ******
behind
these sunglasses,
so I  end up
throwing up
my arms
and settle with
pounding sand.

You ask; "What's your problem?"
While I stand among
the stars,
And I shout out,
"too many to mention."
I have bought
and sold
the Farm.


When I grew ill
and had to
leave my job,
you treated it like,
I was a lazy *******.

You had me
by the  *****,
yea,
that *** got stirred.

I was so
'on fire'
with anger.

You stood there
with a bellows
fanning
the flames.

I got your number,
I know your game.

After knowing you
more than a decade,
being there
to look after your kids
while you
went out and drank away
the money
I loaned you,
all the while trying
to get yourself laid.
Man I played the fool.

I miss the kids,
and the 'should of dids',
as for you, you can go to hell.

Like the carcus
of a rotting animal
you give off
such a strong sickening smell.

**** the "Glade",
**** the
keeping all the
doors and windows open.

I'm going out
to have a drink,
What a weight
off of my shoulders.

Get lost
because
just got paid,
I'll be dammed
if once again
I'll let myself
get made.

© 2013

The sun
A bullet hole
Burning through
The grey-white sky
Waiting on a train
At the crossing
Traffic standing still
Graffiti strewn boxcars pass
Artful dodgers
On steel canvas'
Leaving their unsung scars
Smoky music fills my head
One of those moments
In my memory scrapbook
Thoughts of one who
Used to make me know
All was good with the world

Looking for comfort
Tears in my eyes
Like rain pouring down
From the steel grey skies
I've had a lot of time to think
Since you've been gone
I haven't had a shave in three days now
I can't seem to face the mirror
Breathe deep they say
It will help you heal
What do they know anyway
I'll just lay here in bed
Waiting for it to pass
It my take weeks
Maybe months...
Who knows it could be years
Cloudy skies cloudy judgement
I'm impaired and I haven't had a drop
I could wish the pain away
But what would that help

I'm just going to stay in bed
until these clouds roll by
I look out my window
And what do I see
A steel grey sky following me

Stiff stiff I like them stiff

Stiff stiff the fife and drum

The Irish knew and so did the Jews

Shine shine those diamond mines

The America's twist is to starve them

Stiff stiff I like  them stiff

kinda
like an
eccentric

living his life

with
three
cats

waking up
in
the middle

of the
night

pinching
a flea off
his *****

kinda
like an
eccentric

living his life

with
three
cats

waking
up in
the middle

of the
night

pinching
a flea off
his *****

Do I have sucker, chump, mindless consumer

Written on my forehead.

Do you think that it is fair to charge twice what the product is worth

Yet pay your staff minimum wage.


I tell you what.... swallow this... and I ain't talking about a bird, I'm talking about my bird.

You lose, I win.

I hold
my cards hard
to my chest
on this night
that is oh so close

My teeth
stained from
coffee and nicotine

I share
a strawberry
beer with the
occasional fruit fly

The air is still
not a breeze
to be had

Time u luckout on the 13th,
                                 times luck don't go your way
                 ah what you say, what you say...
         it's like walkin' past a graveyard bangin' on a drum...

Sunday, the day of rest... liqour store opens in 6 and 1/2 hours.. wait now, can't drink on a Sunday at noon.. holy **** that's just asking for some gas to spit on the fire.

5:45..tomwaits on low.. heard the neighbour's baby about 30 minutes ago, like I say.. Tom Waits on low.  Got my Epiphone semi-electric... it's not too loud.  Think I'll go for a drive although I told my gal that I'd just drive home... I got coffee on the go now...

I am in awe on this sunny day,
no one will speak their turn.
And I won't accept your calls.

I flash thinking about it,
just like an old poleroid.

The glossy finish
shows your blemishes..

Square corners
show your slough.

I look at the ground,
seeing pictures that could be taken.
.

I see that all is beautiful.
I am in awe on this sunny day.


© 2011

Captured beneath
the low lying cloud

Rocking my world,

Let there be no
flags in the world unfurled

Summer sunshine
leaving behind

A low-lit world
giving us a sign

I don't
claim
to be
a superman
but I can
tell you
this,
my
kryptonite
is alcohol.

Just pour
me one
straight up
and watch my fall.

When
I die
I want
my spirit
to fly,
lock in on
my prey
from far,
far away.

Only rattling
bones
I can assume,

will be rattling
around
in my tomb.

Perhaps
it is better
to scatter my
ashes to the wind.

Because
really all
I will do
is just carry
my light in
to another room.

That's it,
I'll just
carry my light
in to another room.

© 2014

I call my wife sweet pea
I call my lover side-chickpea
Either way it's her and me
We take nothing from nobody

When I step in it, what to doo
I wipe it off in the sink, right off my shoe
Ask me not pun-pun, I can't, I have a slew
No matter how happy I get, I'm always blue

Seeking higher ground, with the bottle downed
My mind I can't hear, it isn't sound
Nobody's here, they no longer come around, or so I've found
Heart didn't hurt didn't quit it does still pound

I don't walk the street with my heart on my sleeve
When I enter a room most folks had better leave
I joke I make fun I poke, it's my daily reprieve
I love my girl and if I have a boyfriend I'd name hymn Steve

Enough, enough they cry. Stop it, stop-it-up, just stop it now
But it's okay, like and imaginary workout, no sweat on the brow
A word on Andrew; a legal matter, accusations abound, holy cow
This crap is complete it stains my underwear as I take the bow

Take a ride
into the snowy white

The taxi driver said
and we were out of sight.