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.

Just be the **** ****** you desire
Just be their icon, diva, vogue, inspire!
Just shake that money-making waffle tale
And put it up for every market sale
Or be the coffee squirrel on the wheels
Just give me mochas, lattes – those the deals!
Don’t be so easy cheesy, take a shot!
You drink at Hortons’, baby? You are hot!
Don’t feel like ******, squirrel? Be the moose!
Hang out at Lake Louise with Branta goose
Just grab a Molson and then chill it out
Now, isn’t that what Canada’s about?
Just be polite today and I won’t bite
Just say you’re sorry when you are not right
Just be the polar teddy, be the loon
We’ll love you all the way from Earth to Moon

I'm sorry
                (i guess)
the words roll out of my mouth and swirl into the air
like the smoke from too many cigarettes
last night
we curl and tumble
drunk and dazed
and
swallowed in temptation
in a quiet living room

hesitant grasps
of my hips
we curl and tumble.
wet kiss on my mouth
tastes of molson
and bittersweet longing

you say you have to leave
she's waiting for you at home
we say we'll see each other in hell,
at least.
timid laughter.
i close the door.
i drift off and see you in my sleep
i'm not sorry.

Temagami, Ontario. 1967*

Take out wheat wafers,
spread on thick cheese
and crunch loudly.

Wash it down with
long cool swallows
of Molson's.

Sit by the window
and watch the rain,
smoking a cigarette

and dreaming.

  ~mce