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Poets die younger then our long winded counter parts.
It's a fact when spoken between friends over pie.
Is that really a shame or a testament to inherent desires?
make it tight. make it nice. as sweet as this pie
we eat while laughing, "I'm going to die." Sunday, 21 September 2008, 6:11 pm#
Standing, Smoking, and the swinging porch. Old creeks and pops to fix like dry skin; the smell of Mint says it's working.
Serene, Strange, the city to my back. Before me framed in tress a Potter picture, what must be massive mites to the plow.
Walking slowly, up and down the crops — weeding. Taking their fill and putting the rest in baskets, Take-Home meals for later with the children. Wednesday, 10 September 2008, 9:41 am#
Today I'll portray a God Ganesh with arms & tusk wide Grasping tight In trunk a soul In hand the sky holding Over another with the world Leaving two Two alone to do things daily Cleaning, dressing, eating Two alone with no guarded task No mission Today I'll portray a Man Thursday, 4 September 2008, 6:58 pm#
A landscape of white desert Nothing but howling of the wind being torn by sleeping claws of trees Each wooden stump a tombstone engraved “2005 A devoted Mother”
But in this time of rest and death the sun conspires with the moon, the sky and stars And with wiccan like chants and native tribal dance
they splatter the ground with a concoction of love so powerful to wake the infinite slumber And slowly from faded calling she claws through the soil
With sweat and ache her joints pop and muscles shake Finally she peaks just one finger above the ground Above her white grave
And on the fingers tip a bud of pink. Tuesday, 2 September 2008, 6:26 pm#
Once in a while, just in a while, Not every day I mean, this isn't a regular It's never really happened to me. Um, I don't know Maybe I just need a night off? I've just got so many things In my mind. Distractions. You know
Creative impotence. Friday, 29 August 2008, 10:44 pm#
"Kateri Tegakouita"
Kateri wraps in tight Holds with might She’s just fine don’t mind the sight.
Kateri’s got her quill it’s her thrill She’s just fine, it’s her hematic pill. Saturday, 23 August 2008, 11:08 pm#
People like city poets their references to places they’ve been I can do that:
Crack dance at Pigeon Park Walk down toitie Robson Up to trip Commercial
Pleasing that a street named after money makers and ad men should revolt against
Walk to Uncle Fatih’s for a slice of Pizza. Then on the Skytrain Home.
Not that hard. To bad my eggs are scrambled. This is not my home. Thursday, 21 August 2008, 6:54 am#
No words to write and yet the tip of my pen still scratches fibered remains of great groves of trees The fiery brother stains with liquid charcoal embered remains of lost ideas hollow, empty, directionless encompassing the pen, the hand the arm, and mind the creator of papered burning death. Sunday, 17 August 2008, 8:30 pm#
This is my temper tantrum my hissy fit my don’t wanna not gonna do it jump up and down bouncing in an invisible jolly jumper red face fire siren moment.
Wait
Numb to the noise the ritual of it constant no escaping walled in brick by brick frost bit from finger tip and toes midnight sweats from day lit burns twitch from fix blind from sun spit.
Embrace
This is not the assigned and damn it, sublime an escape a break from rule the duel of you against you you shouldn’t yet you do this ain’t flight my melancholy plight with fist inside you shake yet make these words on this page!
It’s quiet
My temper tantrum hissy fit don’t wanna not gonna do it jump up and down inside
while I wait to embrace my quiet Friday, 15 August 2008, 6:48 am#
an old desk thrown against the wall and shattered like the child that once sat in it with glory
in an old house stained with fear and hate that singes the senses with secrets stored in stairways and carpets
down in it’s belly a den of education with others now piled up and forgotten in a corner like the children in their glory shattered against the wall Wednesday, 13 August 2008, 7:17 am#
Recent Reads
With the help of google reader, here are items I've decided to share.
Tasko - Making a task list from taskpaper. Why? It's a long story but has to do with OmniFocus, and it crapping out on iCal syncing. I still like it, I'm just not happy with it right now.