You call it a cul de sac
when it's just a dead end

You live a life
that's hard to get rid of

It's like a cold sore
that you can't cover up

I guess you'll have to just
blow your kisses into the wind

I was twenty
when a ball hit the tip of my pinky.

The doc put a thin piece of metal in it,
an attempt to straighten.

Every bang on it
hurts me today.
Reminding me
winter's here,
and the metal
gets o so cold.

I said to my wife
after she crushed her foot,
and in surgery
they put in bolts and screws
telling her it can be removed
once it heals.

Now she vacillates.

If I can be
so bold
I say
remove it.

Don't put anything
in your body
you can't
**** out.

I learned not to
run with scissors
along time ago
in this spiritual playground
that blooms and blossoms
within and without me.
Don't run with scissors
and treat what I find
with as much reverence
as I can muster.

Oh how it sometimes becomes
so obvious that when I lose track
if I follow it back and I follow it back
it leads right back to me.

It's my perception with which I see
and sometimes born of imagination
I stumble upon some thing so magical
while I'm playing on the monkey bars with the others
who are twisting and twirling and hurling through
this expanse that they just tell us just is.

I'm feeling to advance and hold the whole of this universe
in my mind or in the collective mind that so far points to that of Humankind.
Just don't run with scissors and don't **** in to the wind
with these two golden rules (pun intended)
my heart gets what it needs knowing
it doesn't have to take it with greed.

I can never lose what I never had
and nothing can be taken from me
unless I agree...
But in the broader question
there are just too many to mention.

Those who have stood by me
when the row has been hard to ***
I can say 'we walk alone' and in the same breath
I can say 'there is only One of us who walks'.

They are there looking
they talk so smooth

Trying to get you in the grove
if you please, they be perky

A little hole and
the boat don't float

If you please
come follow me
come follow me if you will

You be kind
while they un-wind

And bury you
in a shall graveow

fully in this moment
when you feel it
and you know that it's really real

and you bow your head to that great spirit

we come here and we are here
it feels so heart stopping
we clutch at greased straws

greased so we slip into that stream
that runs through the stars

zipping past lights
hugging the whole
where you are born

a fantastic show of love and light
that blanket of lace and fire

pushing on and out and through
loving every total in its small and huge

whirling around some centrifuge
spinning out of chaos calmly

forgiving, forgiving, forgiving.

For the price is high
and the burden is heavy,

look this way to find
a broken stream that

tells of a high price.

look that way to see
only cement wall that

tells of a heavy burden.

All this fresh and driven
headlong into the heart.

No spilling the beans
in sight of the hungry.

What gifts the poor are given
though there is no tarry,

no time to enjoy.

Living breath taken lightly,
with out giving it a thought,

go around and take it in
that Jesus had his doubts.

Must make haste in the
making of waste for

the time has gone when
to look for busy really is any thing.



Al Rights Reserved @2005

You and your lover
are quick to give the sign
that you are okay in their books.
While you pepper up my girlfriend
with words of me not so kind.\

I have done my utmost to be polite,
and even that one night when we were drinking,
you were laughing your ***** off.. was that play-acting?

I don't find your need to use bi-****** humor for every second joke
to be anything but in need of a good therapy group, perhaps you can find help there.

You didn't even have the ***** to confront me face to face... no, no you chose to be two-faced.
You chose to talk to OUR mutual friend about some problem you are having with me...
.Couldn't you hear her scream out under pressure of a new job and not much time to spend with friends and family... how self-absorbed are you... man when you told me you were in your 30's I thought you were an adult. All you've managed to do is hurt feelings and demand like a little child that you wan t your all-mighty will to be carried out.... Well guess what pal.. this fella wants some coin if you want him to play a part... better yet.. just go **** yourself.



© 2013

My dream life is a cake-walk into town
It's as North American as baseball and apple pie
It is a zombie apocalypse on Halloween night
It's ocean waves, and a sunny sky, where bodies fry

My dream life is always speaking truth, not being caught up in lies
It's an old western movie, funny, old farts and dusty trails, where the good guys win no matter their side. A horse and a decent ride
It is a UFO abduction, being probed in a most delightful way a shared feeling deep inside

My dream life is

Avoid
those corners,
bit my lip
plugging
my ears,
always
shifting
to second gear.

Wanting her
to **** the chrome
right off my trailer hitch.

I 'll be the warlock
to your little witch.

Pray tell, what's that smell,
it's gone and stunk up
your brand new ancient well.

Same-old-used-to-be,
a reminder, there is lack.

Waiting for some stranger
to give me a whack,
someone stranger than strange,
have them dress in black.

Keith's China moon
Were-with-all takes the slate
Light bleeds through a crack in the curtains
Another one bites the dust
Wake me so we can have coffee
Don't ever leave me don't go too soon
When we get a break  cast those aspersions
We'll never know why we fussed
I guess it was the Universe's bait
A world under construction
One last look-me-in-the-eye

Not first in my family
by no means the last

My son also
wears that badge

What can you do
when you live in a shoe

You can take stock
pull up the socks

and move to a boot.

They think they have us fooled
With all the laws and regulations
But we see clear enough to know
That the militant leaders aren't ready
To just turn over power.

We all need arms, and a well stocked arsenal
But why?

We don't want to be dominated
We don't want to be in debt.

We take a job to play the bills.

It's got to be the only planet
That has you owing  from the get-go.

Freedom is one thing that has to be imagined
And brought into fruition. Freedom and the right to remain so.

How can anyone stop the madness
Maybe we all could by changing ways, ways they call all out are ours'.

On Vancouver's eastside
The ******'s roam
Cafe's drill holes
In their tablespoon's
Curved bowls
So they don't end up in
The pocket of an addict
Looking to cook-up a fix

Why don't we have a change in pace
Stop what you're doing and follow me around

I'm tired of being a little puppy
Chasing you all over town

One thing is for certain
One thing is painfully clear

I'll let go of the wheel
You can go ahead and steer

I won't be busting a nut any time soon
We both want to be dancing in the light of the moon

Hold up a little I don't see a crown
Let's get back home to the east side of town

Yesterday is gone don't keep harping
Don't wait until tomorrow open your heart and sing

I brought my bottom dollar what did you bring
Put it up here on the table well what do you think


We can walk away but that's no good
I know well you enough to know you wouldn't

Let's pick it up where the angels put it down
Take it back home to the east side of town

My breath is on fire
Too much whisky for me
Tomorrow my head will be pounding
I'll have to squint if I want to see
I guess I'm asking myself
To go easy on me

But for now, pour another round
And the barkeep, he likes that sound
Money in his pocket
A long night's worth of five dollar tips
Will at least pay his light bill

And if you will
Please say a little Irish prayer
For my spirit, if you can get into it
Just sing it out loud
'Cause I can't hear too well
In this bar room's crowd

Show me how to love,
what it's like to have Family.
You meet us in the middle
so there is no extra mile.
The Love bombs you drop,
expanding out, with a Love explosion.
You touch us and we know it,
I can feel your strength, you make me wiser, stronger.
When you lay there, dying, not being able to talk,
I could feel you and you knew your time had come.
The day you slipped, two times an Eagle flew circles, just outside your window.

I asked her what she wanted and she said I want to die
But it was just that she didn't want to face life the way it is

Life for her was full of pain, physical and mental
life was hell on earth and the only thing that was stopping her ending things was she didn't know if it would bring peace and she didn't know if there was peace in nothingness
that was all that was stopping her

I said it's not that you want to face life it is that you don't want to face life.
Your father killed himself and it hurt you all your life
and now you have a young son and you know that the rest of his life it will hurt him.

You don't want to die, you don't want to face life.

When I said I was not willing to live in that hell with her
she told me I wasn't being supportive
I told her hell was her state of mind and it could be changed
She again said I wasn't being supportive

I  put your vision
in an empty chair
trying to make peace
when you have gone

Instead I cry to George Jones

Fantasy of a family,
not seeing that
we already were
and always would be.

Spontaneous,
starry eyed,
you drew and drew
bring your hold
to bar none.

Baby's blush brings
energy to communicate
symbol in mind, in ears,
eyes and fingertips.
Nothing doing
holding anything back.

Wound around with cable
I put my boxes
into the hole that I have dug.
Each box wrapped
with aluminum foil.
How long do you
protect a time capsule.

Spitting out time,
a twisted trunk
sequestering
a child's bear and rabbit.
Why would it hold
when not of flesh and blood.

When you make a joke online have you equipped or are you equipping.© 2013

Here in this bar, this place could use a Pharmacy sign.
Nobody trusts no one as far as you could throw a person.

All there is to do is be careful,
since I've last the niche for 'taking care'.
And it's right to convey, when all is said and done,
once more, once again, self-conscience-ness
of the worst kind will visit.

What a drag to be eating the crow after having prepared the pie.
No news could be the best news, but now no news is just another lonely feeling that eats at my unstable soul... that links to
and with my delusional mind.

Good-bye to all of this... this bar is here, and so am I.
Or really? Too much of a 'good' thing makes for some
sinister side effects.  It isn't just one cause, one affect
So I will reminiscence with my own-self, wondering why
intensity is so attractive and alluring.

How do I love someone with a slow-burn and will I ever learn.

end

Start sentences but make a caps read downward
Up the anti if you're nipped and have to go

rubbing my chin
my mind takes me
takes from me

the ability
to be free
of the ego-maniacal

tyranny

*****-deep
in some fantasy
with some self-absorbed  

me


rather live a dream
than be 'woke'
and un-free


unholy


tears of fire
rain down
on me


thanks to those
who came before
and to those

that even the score

If they are willing to meet you half way there is no extra mile.

Slithering  through life
Wearing a botched face lift
Head  held down
Face shielded by hands

You aspired to be a model
Now you drive your forklift
The uppers get you though
You like it but not the fumes

A wife beater shows tattoos
Colourful  meaningful
Filled with the shadings in life
Scars on the backs of your hands

Thick fingers wrapped around a shot
Make it a double, no, two, to wind down
You walk to the mirror and look
Tears fall lightly, you want something more

What tells us we can't, is 'us'
Resolve to make your mark
Step out of the dark take your stance
Push that fear aside and don't look back

facing it
debasing it
erasing it

not too well does it sit
pray tell how could that be

you can't go forcing it
missing what you thought you could see

turn your back on it
and pay the price

you wish the hallway was lit
it's dark as hell no dice

I think I'll die when I see fit
a tuxedo and a rose will suffice

With the
first fallen leaves
I feel a chill
we get the life
that we deserve
though trying
to tell another
will bring harsh words

When my baby's web of Whispers
                                  screams I love you in my ear,
    it echos through  grey matted cranium
                                  sending messages ear to ear.

My synapse snapping,
           and gravity collapsing,
    a host to the sensual, 
            muti-dimentional..
                    no such word as fear.

                                It really slays me
                                when I see it disappear.

When we make love my ego burns in effigy sending naked stars to fall.
                                 there is nowhere I'd rather be,
                                  it's a natural born lover's ball.

Candles kissing the air, flickering flame of release, total estacy,  
it's not just *** to me, a forgiving rush of peace,
                                         I stand in wait, waiting for your call,
                                         oh will the feeling never cease...
                                    No four-way flashing, not only fore-play happening,
                                                      ­       no yield sign to stop me now.
                                      Like a gold mine, she'll be tappin' me,
                                                     yes, right in the kisser    pow!
      
                                         My baby is drama free... if anyone creates confusion    that would be me.
                                                             ­                                                                 ­        
                                
                    Everything is oh so fine,
                                yes, I'm hers and she's mine.
                                                   It is one slipping
                                                      shift on into the sublime. 
                                         That's the way i want it
                                      not exactly every ones cup of tea
                                                           still, she brings it on for me. 
                                

                     © 2013

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

A black and white long hair
getting up there in years.

She's not my cat
but she knows I'm a sucker.


Once a day
she comes looking.

She'll stare me down
and guilt me in to a petting session.

She sheds black and white
to paint a grey on  the sleeve.

Now she can get back to
being the old girl that she is.

She will withdraw
to sleep away her day.

Eight-Forty Five,
sitting in a lawn chair
in the drizzle.
A lot of talk about
cancellation.

Hundreds
of crossed fingers,
the air is thick with mist
and muffled language.

Off goes the first bang,
behind us a kid
shouting out
play by play...

Two barrels,
rapid fire,
on and on.

I watch the spikes,
and hear the
thunder claps.

I imagine
I would see
just what I am
seeing
had I put
my finger in
a light socket.

The thin
spindles of light
reminding me of
road ****,
porcupine
for certain.

The night
draws to a close,
people pushing
and shoving
their way back
to their cars.

Labour day,
2014,
not that
we need an excuse
to have some fun.

Any night
of any day
will do just fine,
the ohs and awes
all over...
'till the next time.

Sights set beyond starry skies
Close enough star where daylight lies

Sleepy lids waiting to catch it in its rise
Brand new day to try on for size

Water under
the bridge,
rolling and tumbling,

kissing
the rivers' edge.

A *****
strikes the earth,
overturning the
crawling nights'
light lunch.

A bottle of ***
shared by two
who steer clear
of a fires' orange fingers...

fingers to fry
the catch
under a mid-nights' sky.

I stood there
music with me,
through me

As natural as
walking after
learning to do the creepy crawl

Pacing my self, the breath
of night filling my lungs

Feeding on the relaxed electric vibe

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

In the Hood where there used to be Fuzzy Dice
Now dangles a ***** mask that wasn't been washed
Since Fall of 2019, one where a couple of scrubs would suffice
The emergence of practice rounds of the Authoritarian's awash

Blessed are the peacemakers is the Christ-like cry
Stopping-up guns and ***** bombs: Here's Mud in Your Eye
So many people fed-up with the slease
So many of them angry to immense degrees

I wish this all a free hallucination that
I've have tapped into, it saves money on mushrooms
All I what is some food and shelter, my wife and my cat
Keep me fit and full while the end of this world forebodingly looms

I can't recall I don't know why
I can't recall is it ours or mine
Training fingers vibrations linger
but I can't recall  can scarce remember
Placing them there because they're mine
Various vibrations linger


But I can't recall and I don't know why
It's in the past and to me that's fine
Yet again friends breaking bread
Ten stretched out fingers
All those hard times between us and
I can't recall, for the life of me, I can't recall

I wanted to play the lead
But things got mean

So I hopped on a bus
And without too much fuss

I made my way
Back to the bakery

The next time
I want to play the lead

I'll remember the rhythm
Of the whole Human racing

The misplacing of a whole
In exchange for a bunch of lousy pieces

Can I really be free
Staring at the back of my eyelids when I rest
Thought age would give me a leg up
Little did I know it wasn't the flight of any bird I live
Phoenix or not at times I still tie my ******* in a knot
I crucify my ownself in my mind's marination
Lifting my skinny leg to **** on a tree
The apple doesn't fall far and you can see it in the lines of my face
******* away any freedom that could be had
Can I really be free.

She said to me are
)Plastic surgeons
          recyclable...

Hey Lawdy Mama

Anything you say.

There are times
When a good friendship stops time.

*It morphs like a bird of prey
Scatterlings shift an outlook,

Not to be devoured

jealousy
will be the end
of me.

yes it will
you wait and see.

frisk me
if you don't
believe me.

can't you
hear me,

frisk me.

lick those
wounds.
feel free,

when you're
done lickin'

be a farmer
in a field
worry
about the
yield,

free feeling
'till you
hit the ceiling.


















and on and on and on

and on

Under nourished being
       of a human being,

Gobbling up
     the cobble stones,

I'm on a stroll through town.

Miss-pronounce the words
      on the page of a book that
          you miss-took for the gospel.

If it's any help,
    maybe you should
        shoot me some bones...

and then, all alone,
     I'll draw my comfort up
           from a spoon.

For a moment
I wished that I was
sailing  over the ocean.

Far away from land,
far away from the earth.

But I thought again
and I remember that
I don't like water,

Hardly to drink,
maybe to mix with scotch
but then, only in its frozen state.

for a moment
i wished that i was
sailing over the ocean,

far away from land,
far away from the world.

but i stop and think again
and i remember that
i don't like water,

hardly even to drink,
maybe to mix with scotch,
but then, only in its frozen state.

For a moment
I wished that I was
Sailing over the ocean,

Far away from land,
Far away from the earth.

But I thought again
And I remembered that
I don't like water,

Hardly even to drink,
Maybe to mix with scotch,
But then, only in its frozen state.

Sitting in the
Executive boardroom
The CEO on speakerphone
It's all fun and games
Until someone loosens a tie

Down at the
Local watering hole
Enjoying a round of darts
It's all fun and games
Until someone
Loses an eye

sitting
in the
  executive
   boardroom
    the c. e. o.   on
      speaker phone                                                            ­              
       it's all fun and games                                                            ­          
        until someone loosens a tie                                                              ­          
                                                      ­                            
                   down at                                                               ­   
                      the local                                                            ­          
                         watering hole                                                             ­           
                            enjoying a                                                                ­        
                              round of darts  
                                it's all fun and games
                                   until someone loses
                                         an eye
                                  
                                                                ­       an eye.. end

borrowed money
government grant
going to open a funny business

It's not windy,
it is late.

All good people
put their trash
to the curb.

In the morning
the wind picks up.

Suddenly there are
bags of garbage
everywhere.

Shreds of plastic and
the like is all over
the neighbourhood.

Some stray cats and
a few raccoons
are breathing easy
and feeling full..

You wake and
the garbageman
has come and gone.

© 2014