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May 2014 · 385
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John Douglas May 2014
a mile past the last street light
an empty night full of passing trucks
i don't remember walking this far
but i don't remember where the black eye
or the bottle of whiskey came from either

he must have hit like a *****
whoever he was
because the bottles empty and i still don't feel a thing
just the way i like it
May 2014 · 563
with grace
John Douglas May 2014
the only time id ever seen her talk romantically was when she described a car engine to me,
she named her car Clarice
something about break pads and lambs
the brake pads didn't work very well
and the passenger door didn't open

she was passionate about music
the way i was passionate about sleeping
she was in a band
i said that was awesome but i never saw her play
my mom did which was awkward for the band
they always had a tough time talking to mothers while really high

she moved south while i moved north

she walked with grace and looked like someone took a sailor and made them take way too much acid
but she pulled it off with style
hitting concerts and working on the water like she always wanted to
and even when i dropped her on the dance floor she fell gracefully

which takes skill when youve drank more than the entire british navy
May 2014 · 276
leaving home
John Douglas May 2014
I will stay here the young man said
This is where my family came from
This is where I will start my own
This is the land I inherited
This is the land I will pass down

An old man heard him declare with such pride
with far to many drinks behind him
he knocked on his table and stood to speak


Go. Travel. and see the lands beyond your door
Stand at both shores of an ocean and say
I have heard the sky
I have seen the wind

And one step more will carry you farther than you’ve ever been


Pity those who stand at their door
And say I will stay here

The road only knows how far you can go
May 2014 · 301
Going to school
John Douglas May 2014
It’s a nice view of nothing
A road and stop sign that decides which way you can good
A field with nothing planted
And people planted with nowhere to go
A stack of books holds the town up like bricks and mortar
But the drive to nowhere is the most satisfying of all
And it’s a pretty Fairview of nothing
Going to college in a northern alberta town with nothing to do

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