Who am I. What am I. Where am I. Why am I here.
What is this. What is that. What the ****.
Darkness. Black. Unknown. Otherworldly. A desolate
island of personality surrounded by a vast sea
of conversation and tradition and authenticity
but mostly imitation and deceit and insincerity
and trickery and ******* and **** this and
hold on I’m not finished and who ******* cares
you’re nobody. Why would I tell you about myself
when tomorrow you’ll be sleeping with a person
who forgets your name but has a car and a house
and a washing machine for nice clothes and a driveway
that leads to a nice garage with a doorway to
a big backyard with a fence and two dogs and
a tree with a swing. Who’s to say tomorrow
I won’t get hit by a bus or miss a step at the library
or forget to wake up or win the lottery or
spend my last cent. Who says next Thursday
I won’t run into you turning the corner on the
jog I never take and you fall and I laugh
because I’m ****** up and you cry and I say stop
because my mother cried and you stop
and I forget to apologize for knocking you down
but you know that I meant to and we don’t
say another word but we look at each other
and suddenly I know
who I am &
where we are &
why I’m here &
what I am going to do &
you tell me your name but I already know.

Cloud-covered Vancouver-
Laissez-faire, fare for bus-
Fair for ice rink groove under
Framed flags waving-
Pavement gaining wear-
Pair of caffeine drinking
Midwest hair cut cats
In cool blue trousers-
Town of Molson, of Santino-
The land up top, Northern valley
Cut into a crop of Sierra rock-
Where's the music? After dinner-
Show me ocean! Token to park,
Molson at dark again sinning to send
Sentiments home to kin-
Urban lagoon, ducks sipping
Silt at the sea wall-
All the drizzle spitting
Vicious malt liquor at our lips-
The trip and its hits,
Its misses and lackluster criticisms-
Indecision at every corner,
Born to  broaden roads with our toes,
Bars with our elbows-
Rows of loft-toting homes,
Thrones of Canada's most cozy-
Stanley and the path through
Old trees - that's Vancouver, mostly.