December 2024 poems
6AM Snowfall
December 26, 2024
Feather light and flaking
snow covers the city like
dust in a corner of a room
that settles silently on
the old vase on the top shelf
until snow ploughs crash it
back into reality with a smash
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The Silence Song
December 25, 2024
I remember him sitting at the kitchen table
with the table top jukebox
and his over flowing ashtray
playing Jim Croce's Time in a Bottle
and him being so lost in thought
Were you thinking of younger days of bravado
Were you thinking of her
Were you just dancing with a lost love
You never told my why that song made you so silent
Now I do the same listening to that song
deep in thought about you.
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Silver Feathers
December 24, 2024
On the other side of the fence
it said prayers to the moon
It mistook you for the face of God
as it flew into the trees' skeletal fingers
that clacked in the night breeze
Crystallized in ice
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Cough It Up
December 23, 2024
This holds close
tight around the throat
cough up everything
that you swallowed
or it will poison you
all those words
that was uttered
outside and within
vomit them into
the drain to have
them wash away
they have no place
in your home
or body
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There Are No Words
December 22, 2024
I can't be the kind of poet
who can write words so perfectly
that just by picking up my poem
it can give the reader the experience
of how it is to make love to you
As the sun settles into it's slumber
tosses the bed sheets of red and violet velvet
all film stripped across your sky-eyes
hazy with lust and your earth body's
warm hold
All the other muses of the
great poets around the world
all wonder why you chose to be mine
because I am the only novice poet
who is at a loss of words at your side
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His Release
December 21, 2024
The letter was in the mail
with flawed words
and cutting silence
in the head upon reading
No diagram could explain it
you tip it upside down and
gallons of words and blue margins
fall out of the side
crashing onto the floor
The monster was
realeased.
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Rebirth
December 20, 2024
What lays under that silence
is the place you want to be
its womb-void is perfect
for finding who you are
and rebirthing
into yourself
again
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The Past
December 19, 2024
He has learned that
nothing gets through when
you put notes under a closed door
walk away and don't go back
it's too late to resuscitate
when something is
long dead
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Gold Rising
December 18, 2024
Morning sun filling up gradually
the corner between the fence
and the house
Greys and dull green
filling gradually
with gold
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Untitled
December 17, 2024
Gold and violet melts to the harbour
trickles around the rocks like coins
and empties out the sky
until there is nothing left
but a black blank canvas to
glue on the star glitter
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This City After 12AM
December 16, 2024
A painting for all the senses.
The sound of the can falling over in the alley
making the cat swear.
Dogs barking warnings to humans in the distance,
mingle in and out of the music from the bar down the street.
Pizza shop smells mixing with car exhaust, and the cologne
of the women and men who walk by.
This city splashes its graffiti everywhere in
urban hieroglyphics, reaching every corner with its bold colour.
As the street lights that hum their tune, the moon smiles
and looks over us.
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December 15, 2024
Incantation
You are the kind of man
I would love to write
a poem for
that was so perfect
that it would become an incantation
Then I could slip its paper
between your clay lips
and you would then be able to move
your stone feet to the river
for a drink.
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Keeping Time
December 14, 2024
You have no presence here,
and never will.
My door closed its eyes to you,
and my address has been emptied out
of your memory.
I am so many truck stops away,
and your abuse keeps its own time
on a watch that threw its hands up, declaring
"no more."
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For Mama
December 13, 2024
The sky called you like it calls birds home.
You flew high into it's welcoming arms,
and it cradled you with warmth and love.
Little bird hearts, like beating telegraphs
tap out the codes of heaven.
I tell them to send back
the message that I love you
and think of you often.
I'm living for both of us now,
and we're doing great.
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Cutting Through
December 12, 2024
I've been commuting
cutting the distance
like my bike is
a blade
moving forward
over the black road
to the light at the end
Nothing equals nothing
if you don't give a little
open your heart to the sun
that pillars up at the end of this road.
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Rain Water Skin
December 11, 2024
I lay my head to his chest
I love how he has that water smell
that cold glass has
Clean and fresh
as the warm-as-summer rain water
that pools in a left out cup
that sits on the back step
under the heat of July.
I drink him in until quenched.
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Moon Fall
December 10, 2024
When you come down the phantom streets
with your echoing footsteps,
you sound like 80 years worth of blues songs
with eyes that moan slide guitars
and lips that wail for the moon
to come fall on you.
The melted money that runs in your veins
is nearly all spent now.
You need to hunt for more.
Your sickness is as old as you
as you weave in between the harbour bridges
and smoke stacks
and begging God to drop the moon on you.
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The Condemned House
December 9, 2024
There was nothing left in the house.
Even the windows no longer gossiped to the neighbours
about how he would beat her.
He got very little prison sentence,
however, she is doing life underground.
This is the way it is.
Power shakes hands with another power
and makes a deal
while everyone suffers.
I heard that the city was going to condemn the house.
I say let them.
Remove that energy off this earth.
Let it go up in sage smoke
and howling feathers, to
guide her spirit to the sky.
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The Bomb
December 8, 2024
When did the sky turn orange
and with streaks of gray?
Just a sudden camera
flashed our eyes.
then booming
silence.
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The Cat Watches
December 07, 2024
The thunder storm outside
thrashing violet lilac trees against black sky
luminated through cracks of silver slivers
cutting the sky in half
giving light to the darkness.
My black and white cat watches
perched on the sill
giving a little splash of colour
to the bleakness.
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Then She Was Gone
December 6, 2024
You were here.
I knew that.
I have artifacts of it.
Your moon shaped hair pin.
Your shell comb.
I even wear your perfume sometimes.
You were here.
I know of it.
You took me to school.
You raised me.
You gave birth to me.
Then you vanished.
After all these years
I still wonder if you
were just a dream that
melted into memories.
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Salt Water Sleep
December 5, 2024
She jumped too quickly
and paid the price
of interal blindness.
Leaving in the dark water
emptied out her breath.
He tried to brush back the
sheets of water to
kiss alive those blue lips;
But she's too ensnared
in the lake's hair,
and she is moving too far,
that the ocean has her
in his grasp as his lover now.
It's time for you to go home.
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Stationary Travel
December 4, 2024
I feel no need to touch feet in foreign lands
to know myself more
than what I can find inside a book of poetry
or a record from an unknown artist
found at my local store.
I can watch the sun set over a mountain
but it's just as beautiful over the harbour
with a coffee warming my hands.
Why buy all the designer clothing,
When none will compare to my old leather
biker jacket and seeing a band.
To quote Cohen, "owning everything, I have nowhere to go"
When I wake up in this city,
with a poem and song on my mind,
Everything I need is right here.
Owning everything, and knowing myself,
I have nothing to find.
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For the Money
December 3, 2024
There will be a morning that he finally steps off the front step
and instead of routine, walks into the wilderness.
Does money really mean everything?
Does money really comfort your soul?
Does it make you love?
Staying because of money really don't fill the emptiness.
You know that.
You crave the wild.
You crave to touch earth.
Why don't you leave for the wilderness then?
Like a battered wife at the hands of an abuser,
you return for money.
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The Kitchen Table
December 2, 2024
We didn't do much that afternoon
but drink coffee under the waves of the kitchen curtians
fluttering over the kitchen table,
dashing in the smell of your lilac tree.
Lilacs always bring me back to your house
where ever I am when I smell them.
You told me about really nothing
and everything in that kitchen.
One of my little heartbreaks in life,
is not bringing that kitchen table
with me to the new apartment
when you offered it.
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Drone
December 1, 2024
His eyes that no longer see lay in their socket sepultures
I lay lilac scented wreathes in honour around his neck.
He only hears in vibrations now, and so knows
the language worms and bats know.
What had come to this?
To come to moving through life with
such a handicap?
Closing himself off to everything
and to kiss him
you taste the bitterness.
Nothing moves around him anymore.
The air is stationary, and his look
freezes time at his glance.
Move back those who inhabit
warm living flesh,
here he comes storming up
Barrington Street with a thunderous
footfall.
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November 2024 poems
The Celestial Machine
November 30, 2024
The sun slowing waking up over the harbour,
I sit here watching it wake up to this new day.
Smell of ice over plant life, and car diesel in the air
with the mix of my dark coffee.
I watch the sun yawn and stretch over the buildings.
It's shift starts as the moon punches out.
It works alongside the dockworkers
and office workers.
One works for a machine,
another builds the machines,
and the sun
the ultimate machine
it's celestial gears
turn warming us
all on this chilly morning.
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Removing The Divide
November 29,2024
Rain tapping beats on the sill, and I think,
it's been raining a lot this month
the cars dash splashing the streets below.
Funny how now you cross my mind,
especially when it rains,
giving me a dreamscape to go along with
the rain's staccato soundtrack.
I bet you smell like street rain,
or rain wet statues
that walk around the city's parks
when we all sleep.
Nighttime removes our divide.
I reach my fingers across rain-streets,
and misty atmosphere to you
with the rain warm on your neck
it's rain tapping pulse within
keeping time with the drops
and I dance my lips over yours
to rain and pulse rhythms.
I savour the moment
of the diminished divide,
while the statues march past us.
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Time Rain
November 28, 2024
Car lights and street lights
shimmer over concrete puddles
as people splash world distortion feet
rippling them into little tsunamis
We are warm in the cafe
Rain ticking like time against the window
to your words
And I'm a thousand miles away
watching your eyes say
things that are outside the
knowledge of your lips.
I sip my coffee and smile knowing
the secret between us.
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Collision of two worlds
November 27, 2024
What would the aftermath be
if our two world collided together?
There's only two outcomes -
utopia or destruction.
I would run so head first into you
hungry and foolish
make love to your ruined cities
and watch your monuments
collapse and restore
and I would then walk
alone through the rubble
and let nature take over
to build the utopia.
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The Name
November 26,2024
(I wrote this out while having my morning coffee)
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Good-bye
November 25, 2025
You're far too far
and gone far too gone
you remember nothing anymore
you don't know my name
or yours
or remember what the moon
looks like.
Good night
and
Good bye.
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Flower Woman Of Dartmouth
November 24, 2024
Not then but now, when the sun is shining,
and the storm has calmed down
you sit with me on my step,
after handing me a flower,
telling me your
stories about your life over a cup of
coffee.
I know half of them are exagerated,
and you never slept with everyone from the Grateful Dead,
but thanks for the company you old wild flower.
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Rue Saint-Catherine
November 23, 2024
I wonder if Saint-Catherine remembers the feel of our foot steps
when we travelled down her back so many times to the end
where the record shop use to be, that smelled of old vinyl,
cardboard record sleeves and nag champa.
I wonder if it remembers when I held back tears
of a broken heart as I rushed to work.
When my heart soared with love,
and when my heart mourned with
loss of my mother.
I hope Saint-Catherine
remembers
me.
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Survival
November 22, 2024
We talk like we're mutes at times.
Nothing much to say
or do
time flew
over our heads
and before we knew it
we aged like glass stones
polished by decades of ocean caress
yet chiped and scratched by various time things.
You looked down at your coffee cup and wondered
how did we get here,
and though we are worse for wear,
we survived all that shit?
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Turning Off The Light
November 21, 2024
The arguments still tumour your lips.
I have given up the resolve,
and let you lay in your metal cabinet,
with the key broken off in the lock.
Your light ran out of gas, and I let you
diminish back into the dark.
You have no more ears around you now.
The venom that spits up your throat like acid reflux
falls on closed ears.
You're alone in your toxicity.
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Thoughts of my Grandmother
November 20, 2024
She has come to my mind this morning
as I'm drinking this morning cup of coffee.
Almost as if she came to sit down and have a cup
with me like she did when she was in this realm.
As I age, I think of her a lot.
She used to dig in her garden with her own hands,
and she would wash dishes until those hands were raw.
Yet somehow they were always still soft regardless of how many
dents of a hard life was embedded into each line in her palms.
She worked hard, and softly loved.
She laughed hard, and cried soft.
She taught me everything it is
to be a woman.
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Moon Directions
November 19, 2024
If there was a chance, I would be like
the sea to the shore, crashing in recklessly
into your bed, and swallow you up like you were
a stone in the sand.
And like the sea, I would move back,
afraid of you as well, and go the direction
of the moon to my solitude.
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Under The Surface
November 18, 2024
We have to move past this chaos
into calm and serenity
it's hard, and the sharp edges of
society's underlying threat is there.
Nothing seems to sooth at a glance,
but promise to breathe,
and turn your face to the sky,
and remember that there is grass
still under your feet
and chaos fizzles out soon
at the flint.
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Hearing the Authentic
November 17, 2024
Sometimes in the silence, we hear so much,
what is contained under the service of noise.
That is where you hear the authentic self,
to brush over the waves
of unheard music
to dance bohemian,
when all the noise had
silenced it.
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Nostalgia
November 16, 2024
We were free once
remember that?
I put my hands in your
liquid gold hair before
the rust came?
I laid my head on your chest
before the fire?
Before the black dust of
charred trees covered your eyes,
and crumbled chalk dust of knowledge
covered up your lips
and I wasn't wired to
a cross with metal
spikes.
Remember that?
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Night Doves
November 15, 2024
Silence fills up your ears like
cups of rain holding heavy,
and the gravitational pull of your
eyelids close for the day,
and the night air is sweetly
crisp around you,
I would place a kiss
on your lips,
like a perched dove
if I was there.
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Hibernation
November 14, 2024
When you awake from under the ice,
and you are seeking out warmth,
from years of frozen slumber,
You will find me waiting
beside a fire.
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The leather jacket.
November 13, 2024
Yeah, this is it.
The way you take me
into the wind unstirred
by it's strength,
and the elements have no
fear affect on me.
Everytime I slip into you,
I am a life fanatic
fantastically
protected and safe
in your arms.
You are my life's
armour.
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The Kiss
November 12, 2024
When the moon collapses into earth,
the the sun burns up in the sky,
and you pass by me,
promise to
kiss my lips
once
before the fire
consumes our
dust covered
shadows.
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Remembering Their Sacrifices
November 11, 2024
Rain falling down around our feet
and dampness gets felt more and more
inside my bones, as it gets into the
marrow and aches in the joints of
my wrist.
Today is a time of thank yous,
and remembering everything
that was given to me to breath
and be free to feel this walk
in the rain, and to be free
to be a woman writing this
down and to
have my voice
heard.
Thank you.
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Static City
November 10, 2024
There is static all over this city
like moving through an old
analog tv station
that has been
off the air for 4 years.
The remote is broken.
Get up and change the
channel.
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Ice Words
November 9, 2024
Its ice smooth
when he moves
his words over
his tongue.
It's true
that he can fool
someone into
loving him.
Soon
the trance
breaks -
She shakes
awake
by
ice words.
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Wavelengths
November 8, 2024
Traveling through the wavelengths of airwaves
charting a new wave of light forward.
The day moves like crashing waves
this morning throughout the city.
Waking up was hard but you do it.
Walking into the wind is hard,
but you do it.
We can do it -
Everything pushing
forward into
unknown
waves.
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You Sleep Alone
November 7, 2024
You were left behind
in stone walls
like an ancient
criminal.
The stars move all the same
across a black
velvet sky
wet.
You can't sleep on spiked beds
with a lover
sleeping soundly
there.
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Grandma in Autumn
November 6, 2024
I think of her by the back door
peeling carrots and potatoes
sitting in the sun
and sunlight falling down
around her like a blanket
of warmth against the cool
autumn air.
She wipes her hair from
her eyes with the back of
calloused rough hands
that tell the story of
40 years of physical
labour in the factory
yet gentle enough
to dash a butter cup
across her granddaughter's
delicate child-cheek
telling her she likes butter.
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Morning Coffee
November 5, 2024
Every morning, like many around the city,
coffee makers are hard at work for us
so we can move through the veins of
this city.
We all are the blood keeping
it alive.
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An Invitation
November 4, 2024
Someday when you are walking down my road,
stop by for a coffee,
and tell me what moves you.
When the crows leave you on my doorstep,
we will have a drink and
tell me what emptied your life.
Then we can curl up and sleep together
all afternoon and stay up all night
listening to records.
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He's like a river
November 3, 2024
You sigh like a river
with liquid silver
running through your veins.
Dashes of blue fish busying themselves within,
and frogs chirp out little converstations
to the air around them.
You wake in the night and stay up all morning.
Sleep is hard to come by,
like a rare book.
I stay awake
remembering your look
and the cross you had
to bare
when you dropped down to earth.
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Finding Your Way Home
November 2, 2024
Move silently
Past the people
tidal waving
in the streets.
Quickly
and
Silently
Return to
the cave
and breathe
and sleep
You are home now.
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When The Ocean Swallowed You
November 1, 2023
You were always so good at leaping
off cars and out of windows
and freezing people's thoughts with
a glance of those liquid blue eyes
Soon a lens so dim started to cover them
like a dusty camera lens
You spilled out of your clothes
like a tipped over wine glass
splashed into the ocean
and never came up
for air
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October 2024 poems
It's gone
October 31, 2024
54 times you tried to make it and it falters
like the sand blowing away in a strong wind
can't catch it
it's gone
before you know it.
Moon phases on
Sun dims and sets
and rises
nothing is permanent
nothing can continuously continue
when time ticks it's hands
away from you.
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Fishbowl
October 30, 2024
You feel like a fishbowl citizen
and can't move past the glass
that makes you look like you have
freedom, but it creates a barrier to it
and shows you what you can't get to.
You can get to it, if you grow strong enough
to leap over the top.
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How to be a bohemian in the modern world.
October 29, 2024
You come to the conclusion
that you are like the strips of grass
that grows out of concrete cracks.
You realize that nature takes precedence
over man made industrial mayhem.
You have to give up blood diamonds
and designer carcass bags.
You will look up at the sky for light,
when everyone looks down at technology's glow.
You sing to the tune of your body.
Give up mechanical lusts.
Walk even in the busy city with
gentle feet.
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Good Night
October 28, 2024
I often think about how many times
lamps are turned off in every window,
like blinking eyes of concrete and
brick beasts.
Sleep city.
Good night.
We sleep in this city,
and you say good night to me
over wires decades in length
invisible under seas and oceans
these arteries of communication.
Good night to you and
your city.
Let the concrete beasts sleep.
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He Waited
October 27, 2024
He waits somewhere outside the city,
waiting for a woman from the lake.
She will come to him when the violet sky
was changing to black
and he would wait for love no more.
She never came
she never noticed
she never could tame
that side of her
to love someone that much.
He left his heat on the ground
outside the city
under a tree facing the lake
He returned heartless to the concrete
and never returned for his heart.
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An Autum Evening
October 26, 2024
The air is having a sliver of silver steel cold to it now,
this evening when I had my after supper coffee on the porch
and had to put on my leather jacket,
while using the hot coffee cup for warmth
as I still refuse to admit to myself,
I'm going to need to bring out
wool gloves,
and soon everyone's breath will
curl and smoke like dragon's
as it freezes with the air.
Somewhere someone's burning
a fireplace, as the ceder smelling
incense perfumes the
dark atmosphere,
and the icy moon
gazes towards the harbour
like an answered question.
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At the Core of the Earth
October 25, 2024
When you sit so silently
that you hear the beat of the heart
of the earth
deep in it's core
you know that is the place
where I met you
and I loved you
and I left you
with a broken heart
I told you I would come back
but I lied
I never tried
to even cry
now and then I
think of you
and the way your hair matched the
brown of earth
here inside
the core of the earth
where I left you
waiting
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Madame La Mer
October 24, 2024
When you move through the water you feel weightless,
like a bird taking flight through wet air.
I swim in the moonlight like a wet night bird
or sea serpent just hidden barely with water
dark and mysterious
never fully revealing
what lies beneath the surface.
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Liliac Phantoms
October 23, 2024
I would love to go back to the times
I sat in your back yard. The sunlight sprinkling
through pine trees, and the lilac trees perfumed everything.
I couldn't shake that melancholy feeling that this was not
something that would last forever. I knew you would
pass on one day. You did. Now when I smell lilacs I remember
your back yard. The cat in the window. The smell of you
cooking supper drifting like scented birds out of the window.
Grandpapa coming out of the basement door after woodworking.
Its those little things that we always take for granted, that seem so
insignificant until they're long gone.
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When the moon howls
October 22, 2024
When the moon howls, the wolves are silent.
They hide between this city's buildings, and use
the alley artaries to make it out alive.
I used to know their where abouts.
I knew the pathways to get out of there
when the moon howled for me.
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Sometimes There Are Scars
October 21, 2024
In dreams you are like a pale scar around my neck,
too present to be ignored. Long lasting in your briefness.
I want to hold back and hold on, and hold nothing in my hands
any more.
Time did this.
Time screws with the physical world
constantly.
Messing with our minds, making us think that
something that was years ago,
just happened yesterday.
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Sleep Fog
October 20, 2024
Sleep fog surrounds the room
distant tune
plays
from downstairs on the stereo's record I forgot
to turn off.
Off and on
you come to me.
I fall deep
into
you.
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The House that Caught Fire
October 19, 2024
We pushed against the afternoon so lazily
with the hours dripping off the edge
like the dripping tap in the kitchen.
I relaxed on the rug on the floor,
and you at my feet,
tracing my toes with a brushing finger.
We knew this was a memory that will fade.
I will eventually forget you in time,
as you would with me.
But for now, let us melt in the afternoon fire,
as it blazes around us this lazy afternoon,
melting us together like two store mannequins
caught in a department store arson.
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When the Distance Becomes Evident
October 18, 2024
His footfalls have become too laboured,
too heavy walking
the same route,
thinking she may follow.
Move faster if you want to catch her.
You can't.
You lost her to the distance.
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Little Crab Dreams
October 17, 2024
What is left, when the shell is gone,
and the soul floats out of us like tissue paper
caught in the wind?
Do we know our needs?
Would it matter anymore?
I lay down and cover myself up with sand,
as if it were a blanket,
and sleep.
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Melted Sugar
October 16, 2024
It's like rock sugar melting when he solidifies and liquefies, and
makes me feel like a monument in a city that has been torn down.
I know his patterns and rhythms well. I know his body like a well travelled
road I ride on even in pitch black of night. The way he breathes like trees,
and roots entwine me like a rabbit caught in a snare.
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Awakened
October 15, 2024
A cat walked by my front step, as if it's conducting a ceremony.
Cats always seem like that, drawing on their Egyptian god-figure past.
Taking another sip of my coffee, feeling the autumn breeze on my face -
the warmth of the coffee cup like a heater for my hand.
This is the time to stop and enjoy life for all it's simplicity.
The record player started skipping,
looping one word from the speaker which sat in the window:
Awake, awake, awake, awake...
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Sharing Moon Mechanics
October 14, 2024
His laughter could liquefy roads, rendering cars useless.
He can bring the buildings to their knees with a glance.
He gives an interference of colour to everything.
Astral moths turn the wheels inside the moon above us.
That's the technology used to change phases,
with each tide hands that ebbs to reach out for it.
We share the experience of this mechanism together,
resting on the huge belly of earth water.
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Vice
October 13, 2024
When did you go to the other side of the city
to collect your cans, for cash, and bottles for a bottle?
Remember that first sip, and how it went down?
Scratches your throat like small rat claws scraping at
a sewer pipe.
Cough them up,
and out,
and then drink them in again.
You can't help yourself.
It's your vice.
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you lost it too fast
October 12, 2024
Teeth bones shatter your words crack against what you had
thought you had when you had it and lost it all
until you found that bones heal and breath steals
away until you find what you had when you had it
and lost it down the drain of the mind over matter state
of your world around you that whirls too fast to grasp
and hold onto anything you had and lost it.
*********************
Rebirth Through Song
October 11, 2024
With discipline in tatters, she fell through music notes
mutilating against the sharp edges of duplets, and razor note tails.
Pieces of her fall to the earth like fleshy angel feathers, that
make ripples when they hit the water.
Not much left now but bone to build back up,
through melodies, and maladies,
and clay for the parts that she's short on.
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What's up?
October 10, 2024
The past years we pulled down heroes that was raised up on wood,
and celebrated instead the instant gratification of fly by night salesmen.
We lost it, or did we ever have it?
If we did, where did it go?
When we look around drunkenly as if in a long 5 year slumber,
and forget where we are, and who we're next to, and ended up
surrounded by strangers in a foreign land.
Something strange is going down.
It's here,
and around,
when you put your ear to the ground.
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Wisps of the past
Oct. 09, 2024
When you had faced the last eclipse behind her image,
and you have fallen deaf to the rest of her words,
find a place beside me here, and rest your head
on my thighs, and I'll tell you that it's gone.
She can't hurt you anymore.
She was nothing but a decade's long phantom,
and nothing more.
***********************
Wake Up
Oct. 08, 2024
(This is the start of the new daily poetry on this page as I brought the rest over from previous blog which is all below this entry.)
I can't awaken you any more than I can
when you're eyes are heavy with the coins on them
and copper wires have wrapped down your tongue.
I can't waken 100 years of slumber, and make you
cough up ash, and soil to rebirth you.
You have to do that work on your own.
*********************
Monument
My lips are haunted by his kisses, and how he would shatter
the glass buildings in Le Sud-Ouest with just a glance.
Amazing statues to dust with his voice, and brush the paint
in all the art galleries in the city with the dash of the wind
in his hair. He's gone to the angels now. He burned up like a
phoenix far to quick that the gods were not prepared enough
to grant the rebirth.
If you live too fast, you crash very hard.
***************
Songs from a box
I emptied the last of the music out of the old box
that sat in the basement corner for three years.
It's contents spilling out into my lap, and the
songs induced a time travel experience by
unlocking the keyholes of my eyes to see backwards,
and that song reminded me of who I was, or thought I was
back then.
Funny how in the span of 10 years life can change.
We think the present time we're in will last forever,
and nothing will change, but in the breath of a tree's
leafy lungs, life can be resewn, put back together,
and be torn apart just the same, yet the only thing
that remains the same is a song.
*******************
Tied to spider webs
He went to wash the spider web off his eyelids in the rain.
strands so fine and strong that it leaves paper cut slits behind.
He said he would never go back there. He said he would get on the
next fucking plane and be over with it.
But he never does. He stays feeling locked in place.
Time is running out for you, my darling.
Nothing in your environment fades.
You can't will it away.
Make the next step.
It's all yours now.
***************
Going into Hibernation
We used to be able to work past the cold ice of winter,
but now we lay frozen in the ground, neglecting
the tastes of lemon sugar flakes on our tongues that
remind us that the winter is really not that long.
Things freeze, things thaw, and freeze again.
Sometimes in the darkest days of winter we forget that happens.
Spring renewal always lifts up up out of frosted sleep,
and gives us all birth again.
***********************
Best of Friends
You trembled at the sight of witches flying outside the window,
and your mother's face ghostly rising out of the wallpaper,
or the strange doppelgangers in the kitchen shadows while
everyone slept but you.
You knew. No one else did, or did they?
You didn't want to go back, or to stay.
You found no solace in either way.
You did find it only in yourself.
You are your own world that you dare not let anyone penetrate.
You laughed, and played, and dreamed freely.
You have to remember little girl,
that your own best friend is you.
Treat yourself as such.
**********************
Wing Bones
Sometimes it's hard to trace this pen over this paper, like I would
trace my fingers down your body, and write an invisible poem down
your back in exquisite calligraphy, telling the wild tale of my love.
I wanted to be that woman for you, and bring to you my feminine power softly
when your storms crack through the sky and hammer you down.
I need to wash my body in sage smoke to cleanse this longing,
and bite down on sodalite to shatter your name from my mouth.
These wings broke trying to fly too much.
These hands that write over this page are cramped, and words fade away like old tattoos.
My body is cold without you inside me, and my lips grown numb to your name.
I wrap myself in the shawl of my broken wings, and will learn to grow stronger
in this cocoon, devoid of you, until solitary becomes strength,
and my wing bones heal themselves to fly in the opposite direction
of where you wait.
************
Bonne Nuit
She was tough as nails and never faltered it seemed.
The only time I heard her cry was when the cat died.
She never cried for her husband, that I know.
She gave up after that. She never told, but I knew.
Outside her tough exterior was cracking and sorrow
Leaked through, like tears out of gashed wounds.
She fell, and layed on the floor for days until she was found.
Her dignity as wounded as her hip.
She was afraid to go outside after that.
She retreated back into the dark parts of her house,
and saw no one.
Went so far into the dark house within herself and
Curled up in the bed waiting for death to come.
Bonne nuit Marguerite.
Bonne nuit.
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September 2024 poems
Hair pins and Black Water
She picks up hair pins she finds at the Fairview Lawn Cemetery
hoping to capture the phantom of an ocean breeze in her hair before
the iceberg crash, and plunges her into the cold black water,
with only sea to breathe, and the ocean floor for her bed.
She rests here now, and wanders for eternity looking for shells
but finding only discarded candy wrappers and old coffee cups
distastefully strewn around stone markers, that the ghosts regretfully see
before the groundskeeper comes in the morning to pick them up.
She drops a hair pin from her cold white little hand and it disappears
before it hits the ground. She fades into the background of
early morning city cars that dash beyond the fence, only to
preform the ritual all again, the next night.
*********************
Like Liquid
The tv through the window across the street
plays like a box inside a box,
flickering like a bluebell swaying just a little
outside smokey mists, is an evening interlude
when you walked past it to preform our distance ritual.
So many ways, 50 I can at least count, that can pull the bridge closer,
close the gap, drain the harbour, press through telephone wires that
make up this city's veins. I become liquid for you, dissolve into harbour water, into the mist, and
like blood through telephone veins.
***************
Collision
Drop your supplies,
and shake my underground resistance.
When distances pull close,
and grass kisses feet,
and cities give up their dust,
and golems return to clay,
When two hands meet,
and we unfold,
only then the legend told
of two moons that orbit each other
collide sweetly making
the night so bright it
becomes day,
will leap from the old pages
in dusty books about
love and lust,
on the back shelves
on the bottom corner
that everyone
in the library
forgot.
*********************
Between Conversations
Between conversations about fires that roar underground,
and how we stand on them without melting, and
the descriptions of light reflecting off a coin in the grass,
you brushed my lips with your eyes, and I taste
their blue ice pop flavour
which take me decades away from here, to
childhood ice cream truck chimes, and the old sliding
floor freezer of the corner store, which always smelled of wet cardboard
and cigarette smoke.
*******************
Stone
You are so stoic, and people have whispered low
on how they swear they saw you move once.
You blink your eye and you change under the shadow
of the tree, with the moon behind, enveloping you
in mystery and myth.
I put my hand to your chest, and swear I felt a beat, and breath,
somewhere deep under all your centuries of stone.
***************
Catching the taxi home
The silver smell of the cool night air
comes like a title wave as I turned the corner.
A soft flutter of chimney smoke is somewhere
and all the night streets tonight seem to be asleep
too early for a Saturday night.
I thought about how you used to walk down the street
on Saturday nights, with the rhythm of Kerouac in
your foot falls, and a Waits grumble
from the mouth of your eyes.
You dashed in and out of street lights like a
flickering memory that goes in and out
like a loose lightbulb.
Good night, my friend.
I hope you finally have caught that taxi home.
*****************
Star Cream
star cream dreams could be real
what you can have as her gift to you
yet you stay where you are in a bed of bitterness
and your barren harvests go unacknowledged
by gods and goddesses that turned their backs tired
you tire of dust everywhere and cobwebs of
emptiness of love that was of convenience at
the time and smothered you long for her star cream
and wish you could dare to
run
(find)
a
way
****************
This Morning After
I wake next to him and breath that first breath
The morning after.
Last night I disrobed before him - bare in my non-fiction,
and he read my pages like a student.
I take my experimental first steps this morning after.
Do I proceed steady on my feet, or run wild
like a lassoed horse who broke free?
Do I remain naked, or wrap myself in yards
of gauze?
I can't move at his side, and his half closed blue eyes
which silently gaze into mine some strange magicks.
My heart quietly pounds as I think to make my way dizzily
back to the city where the street lights can hide most things,
like a heart who never wants to give up her
independence and far away from this passion
like a kaleidoscope of beautiful coloured broken glass.
***************
Rough Beauty
She's as beautiful as a chipped vase
with each bit of paint that is scratched,
shows the purity of porcelain beneath.
Bare beauty needs no paint or decoration.
Rough diamonds never show scratches,
it only adds to their character.
She stands strong against the cold wind,
issuing it a challenge to come at her.
It always backs down.
It would be a fool to cross her.
*************
Crash
Like gulls who move closer to land to die,
she fell with the late afternoon,
splashed concrete to bone,
and it was that when she awoke
and realized she hadn't suffered the fate
like her mother,
she knew that the divine was on her side,
and she knelt on shredded road ripped knees
to give thanks.
*************************
Beyond Twilight
Kiss me with fire so that it burns me back to purity.
Tell me there's a future inside the divination of your lapis stones,
where you and I share our shadows
against rocks, grass, and walls,
and where your hand passes through the energy field
just above my body,
to make contact during the hours
beyond twilight.
**********************
Cat Dreams
You eat meat
and there for you know blood
like your ancestors.
You curl up to sleep
in the shadow half of a tree,
until the fluttering bird
shoots out of a branch,
waking you from
jungle dreams.
****************
Waiting for Impact
It's so hard for you to move away from the situation
when you have the decision to make,
either you run gently or wildly,
or stay in a spot
like a deer about to be hit with a car
on a lonely road,
you breathe in the heavy lead air,
and realize you're trapped.
Wait for the impact.
*************
Full Force
If we had the sense to move closer
and crash through this glass barrier
with both forces connecting as one
we could be something the universe
never saw before.
How I would make love to you
would be the greatest show on earth,
and the way we would kiss each other
would become legend.
Yet, glass barriers keep us both
just out of reach of one another.
I'm afraid to fall in love hitting the ground
full force.
***********************
Night Travel
I trace my fingers down the indent of your back where your spine is
like a long road, that I would travel down all night,
hoping to hitch a ride out of this city,
where pigeons keep watch over sleeping crows,
and sirens play like background music most the night.
You turn around and I press my ear to your chest
so I can hear the earth speak.
The rhythm of life, and love under the gravel of your body.
"How do you want me?"
I whisper to the empty road.
***************
Nostalgic Shelter
Loud drumming beat of rain against the glass, and the air feels like
cold metal against the skin, washed out in the rain storm
inside the one remaining old phone booth in the city.
The light above broken,
decades of graffiti and
unknown phone numbers scrawled
on the walls inside,
the phone receiver missing,
and coin box ripped out and
a coffee cup and candy wrappers now
take up residence inside.
Yesterday's conveniences are today's burdens.
Some one pays for this thing being here
useless to almost everyone now,
except I'm thankful for it's shelter
after being caught off guard in this storm
that lasted about the same time it took to
write this in my notebook.
***************
In Time
When you're as barren as a night time parking garage,
and your broken wings can't raise you to the sky,
healing comes with time,
and time fills up
the sand in the glass anew.
When the clock's crippled hands are given prosthetics,
and the healed coils turn once more,
time does all this
in time.
Then in time,
healed wings soar.
*****************
The Crone and the Moon
I have come to realize that everything that was leading up to this time,
was all worth it.
Both losses and mistakes made bitterly beautiful water for the growth of
knowledge I had to sow.
The masks I wore for various events and people,
now are laying useless in the bottom of an old chest.
There's nothing to prove anymore to myself or any one.
There's no acceptance I need to seek anymore than that from myself.
No need for the bravado that thundered in my heels, and long nails - the illusion of a young woman
who had to prove her worth to the world.
I'm worthy in my own self.
Strong in my body and soul.
Here I am now.
Naked of masks.
Soft with my thunder.
Sensuous with my dominance.
Fully owning what it is to becoming the crone
who humbly draws down the moon in her
solitude, and silent strength.
*************
He went without
Desolate streets snaked through the city within him
he built cathedrals between wars that raged.
He would always take breaks in between his work,
to search for fossils in the sand.
Though he built this city with his bare hands,
and his buildings stood strong, yet his
windows melted like liquid
when sunlight hovered too long upon them.
He couldn't get it right, you see;
making glass solid.
He couldn't remember the formula.
So we went without the barriers of windows,
and without finding her fossilized heart.
*******************
But it never came
Was there ever a time where you knew how to
protect yourself from that demon?
A time where you stopped burying the blinking glass
eyes of dolls in the sand on beaches to keep you
safe from the hex?
You hungered to be free
in the forest where you can finally shout back at
the mirror of sky without the questioning eyes
of the city, and you can walk barefoot like a
drunken bohemian in the moss, and tell the
story of the old skeleton of the sea.
The last window you tried to open
let too much night in, and you
had to sweep it away until dawn, but
the sun never came up.
*************************
Rememberance
Where ever I go
And no matter where I've been
You come with me
As I go with you
The moon still rises
And the sun still sets
And the cycle of life continues on
Now you're dead
Chiming crackling cackles
Is the noise a skeleton makes
Trying on a new body to walk this earth again
I've passed by strangers many times in the streets
Each elderly woman I wonder
If you would have looked like her
*********************
I ran late
I've always been late for everything.
I've always been somewhere else than a place I should have been.
Just like with you.
Too late to have quenched my thirst with your rain wet lips.
Not been where you were when your body ached for covering.
I can't drink rain from your lips
or cover your body when the lights go out.
But I can look northeast and dream that I was on time.
****************
Feral Child
The wind whipped around the street coming down rue Peel,
and clanked bottles together like cheery bones toppling over.
I ran with a pack of wolves like a feral child.
Learning their ways, and letting them raise me as if I never had human parents.
I slept near to their fur and held in a scream as I was bitten by their teeth.
They would bring me garbage as gifts and lick my bite wounds.
I'm sorry brothers and sisters.
I have to leave you to the kennel and return to the human world for a bit.
Think on me when you howl at the icy sickle moon.
*********************
Untitled
I thought I saw you in the crowded streets of Queen and Clyde,
and for a moment I almost reached out but it wasn't you.
You were left to the wind a long time ago
and scattered like a flock of crows to various parts of this city.
Half of you here, half there,
and one part of you took the crosstown to the other side
to hide in between two stones.
The wind is always invisible unless it has you in it.
*****************
Sex and Violence
Black attack
through the back
and back
through the front line
of my heart
you attack
quick
left me for dead
as I back from the attack
and back for more
**********************
Free Poetry
I think about those wild nights
on rue Sainte Catherine's
when I was naively street wise
and corked the night in a bottle
and laid myself down on concrete and velvet
spread open like a book for men to read
yet they were only concerned
with the pictures
and that my poetry was free
*****************
Hungry Grass
I dream in the lyrics of stone tablets
I yearn like a wanderer deprived of water for too long
Between the earth's breath I hear the hungry grass
moan my name
for
me
to
dissolve
in
to
it.
*********
Study
I wish to study
the effect of
gravity on your eyelids
or the mathematical correlation
between the phases of the moon
tangled in your hair
and the yearning hieroglyphics
of your lips.
*************
Wild
We splash
into each other
and break our mouths
on the sidewalks of each other's body.
Be my fountain,
fill the abyss,
the world turns
on it's own axis
as we make love
like jackals at the kill.
*****************
Catching the Moon
the moon in the river
is hard unless you know
the magic spell
and your neck is anointed
with the right perfumed oils
then you can claim him
and make him your own.
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August 2024 poems
Distance
Down overgrown paths
hidden between two trees
surrounded by wetlands
the two lovers sit together
stone skin
too distant
to touch with
human hands
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Mist Birds
Here between
the harbour
and the misted park
come and meet me
and bring along your pear nectar
and honey
and I'll bring wine
and rye
and we will be like
two budgies
who peck at our mirrors
and chirp incantations into the sky.
***********
Silver and wires
He makes the air slide
like slivers of silver silk-speech
spoken sleekly,
and still the wind
whirls with words
woven through waves of wires.
Mmmmmmmmmmmm
mmmmmm
m.
***********
Just Like That
Like running a violin bow across a candle flame
Like the great mechanical wheel that is the center of the earth
Like the wind up tin birds that take to the sky
Like when your consciousness ignites at birth
When the lioness so wild at your hand is tamed
All are equal to the lapis flecks in needle eyes.
**************
Ne'multes/Au revoir
When you go
little crow
be safe
and fly
until you
are just
a dot
in the sky.
***********
Tired
We waited until the vines grew up our legs
and our fingernails haven't grown long enough
to rip the stitches from our lips.
I knew that some day this ocean will erode your face
like some decaying ship
and fish will nestle in the bend of your elbows.
When mornings disturb us like an annoying phone call
and nights bring no rest
we are like two birds who forgot how to fly away
but flew too far from their nest.
***************
Tutji'j a' gwi's (Little daughter and son)
You pulled out my words
and I lost my talk
You cut my hair
and I lost my culture
You took my drum
and I lost my heartbeat
You took my Indian
But I am still here.
******************
Happy Birthday
For Stephen
I pray the coming years
bring you health and
the joy of your soul
spilith over.
I pray that you never hurt
going forward
and always remember
what it is to laugh.
I pray you recieve breath
when you wake
in the morning
and awake to the sun.
And I pray that
you dine on the
orange mint floss
of angels.
*****************
The List
If you walked beside me
you will always walk beside a poet
not the one anyone would call a genius
but would paint your image
the best she knows how
in the form of languages and fire
I can't promise I will bring you everything you desire,
but I can give you the following:
pleasure with my body,
wine when you're thirsty,
an ending to your story,
and give you a love
that will break your heart forever.
**************
Who Claims Sapphires
Legends say only the most powerful women can approach them
and have them choose who is worthy like some sword in a stone.
Have them beside her when she walks the streets and people know
how rich she is as they gleam in the sunlight
and moon light and at night glint blue sparks upon her softly scented skin.
I am a peasant who wanders in dark and dust and lust for such a jewel.
I'm only a dreamer of sapphires majestically adorning my mouth
and making me feel like I own land.
***************
It's all politics
Something has to give
when you feel like you're caught
in the throat of this city
which is being strangled
by some unseen giant hands.
The buildings cough and gag
and vomit the people out of their doors.
The heat wave burning up everything
that it feels like soon this whole
fucking city is about to explode
into a mushroom cloud.
That moment of blissful
silence
and slow motion
when the fluffy black cloud rises up
and trinkles it's radio active dust down on us
like gray celebration confetti.
*******************
Identity Loss
It sings like a brutal dove
or an ape with angel's glands
a song of enslavement
and not knowing where you stand.
You gave them your fingerprints
and gave up your identity
the evening you followed their song
leaving you caged without dignity.
Why stay where you are unsure
who you are anymore
when there's nothing tangible
and your identity can't soar?
***************
For Mony
You really knew how to shake up the street
splashing your boots against the concrete dans la rue Saint-Denis.
How I miss those nights at Promenade Bellerive
drinking all night and listening to mixed punk tapes on your old tape player
until the batteries wore out or we ran out of beer
whichever came first.
Continuez à vous riot, mon sœur !
*********************
On Waiting
He told me he keeps breathing in dust
that ghosts leave behind,
and wishes that he can claw out
from a bed that is like a cemetery.
When you are tired of sleeping
with worms and decay,
I will draw up plans
to write the formula for gold
When you separate all the lead from
the soil in your life.
****************
Wasting time
When crows perch on sundials
Time becomes distorted
And I wish that can happen
All the time
Wasting time
With you.
****************
Evening's End
Day moves to a close
like shadows on a cinema screen
till all goes dark
and birds close their
eyelids
like little pieces
of dough stuck on
under the darkening sheet
of sky.
**************
Patience
When you have moved to the address
located at the exact place where night and day cross paths,
and time is at a standstill,
I promise to meet you there,
when both of us casts only one shadow,
and our surfaces are both barren,
except for the collision that will happen
when night and day cross paths.
*************
(Untitled)
The air is so humid and heavy that you become part of the atmosphere around us
Your skin scent becomes heady like the musk of earth and wet stone
and I brace against your shoulders against the rhythm
ebb and flow
Until I splash over you like a wave
Exalted by your mad love.
*************
The wolf
I dared to stare too long into his wolf-eyes
gleaming the colour of moonlight on stones
he fed me his intoxicating nectar
and I fell under his fur
past his flesh
and into space and back
out
Lets stalk through this forest
lay down on wet stones
experience their stories
and wet leaves become
our hair flowing down
to cover the dead in
marshes.
**************
Poverty Hearts
This country is having a nervous breakdown.
Even God's angels have taken to whiskey
drunkenly plummeting off steeples
vomiting holy bile in the gutters
which staving children mistake for candy.
Yet Ignorance in a woke Tesla drives by,
shortly after dining on gold,
annoyed that all these children are screaming,
and will the drunks stop pissing themselves
and go home.
*****************
Voynich Address
Laying against the hill's pregnate belly
your words are heart beat breathy and
your eyes are glazed over like a ship
that is too far away to see.
Remember the time before this
when your body was not an artifact
and your name was a
word written in a tome
that only someone from 1000 years ago
knew how to speak it?
Yeah.
That.
************
The city is on fire
Pausing on my bike, waiting for a bus to pass
that's coming down Wyse like a cream coloured bullet
scattering the concrete heat
vapour blue wave colours of
the buildings all over the side
and a woman walks by
wearing a red wool worrying coat
In this heat?
The flash of a punk's spikes passes by
shaking loose men's neckties
wanting to throw off
the conventualism casting aside
and a child's strawberry ice cream
melts down their hand, pink on brown
making a beautiful and fun contrast to it all.
*************
Café flickers
People flickering past the window
glossed with rain, mumble about
the end of the world, and love lost
and complain about falling eyes
are the reason they lost sight of everything.
I sip my coffee, and I think
why complain as it changes nothing
and the world still goes on without our input
here on a Tuesday evening
too hot for sleeping.
*************
Visiting Grandma
The footsteps are still in dusty floors
that splintered under wet memories
that this place once had life
and those now are residual celluloids
played through walls
and out of the cracks in floor boards.
In the empty kitchen on the old oak table
is a white and pink flowered
cracked tea cup with a faded gold rim
against the dim aged yellow wall
where your ghost sits waiting for company.
***********
I've paid my time
Open the window and let me loose
I've paid my time
in the jail of your arms.
Let this bird fly on her own
into the sky
and over forgotten farms
left to rot.
We too will dissolve back
to the places we once came
like wood to earth
and I to your arms.
************
A Gift in this Post Apocalyptic World
You can't build castles out of the sand
of dust of fallen cities,
and you can't tame the fire that man discovered
and then betrayed.
When the smell of corroding metal
litters the side streets,
and we've lost the memory
of what grass was the colour of,
when we are craving the feel
of words on pages,
I will come to you
not holding onto
dusts of cities,
or words
or fire
but water
to wash your feet.
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Orchid Orphans
The scattering of seeds to the wind
we drift apart to plant ourselves
separate from each other.
Rain comes to wash
away our sins
as the sun burns
it away
anew.
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Reresection
The hardest thing about writing
is trying to move memories onto paper in the form of words.
To describe that moment you want to hold onto forever,
and give the dead life again.
Sadly I'm not one to give that reresection to you,
or move you out of my memory to live again
to put you into something tangible
I can hold in my hand,
like writing your name
over and over
on a piece of paper
to keep in my wallet.
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Prayer
I knew when you pressed jades into my eyes
and the nails fell from my hands
because a god had spoken
I saw and wept
for my own soul.
Thank you for sparing me
so many times.
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Feline Meditations
I adore how you can sit in the sunlight
and meditate for hours
and focus on a single dot
of sunbeam dust
then afterwards fall
into a deep sleep
where you run through
a jungle only you can
imagine having never
seen one but
know it's a world of green
flashes the colour of your
eyes.
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Thank you
You were always there for me.
A blank unbiased friend that
allowed me to make confessions to
with no judgement.
I would meet you at a library with
your own words that always seemed to
describe me when I dug deep enough.
You went by many names:
Leonard, Evelyn, Rita, William, Elliot, Allen,
Jack, E.E., Sylvia, Maya.
Thank you for saving this child.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
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July 2024 poems
Mute Swans
There are two mute swans that
call the pond their home,
moving around at the stone edge,
like the inside curve of a skull.
Beauty, silence, and grace.
These birds of tranquility,
spoke no bird-words
but could say so much:
Human static is nothing
in the grand scheme of life; it passes.
It's the small things
that keep us safe.
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Dreams of Autumn
We open the final bottle of
summer melon wine
and split it under the moon
of soon slumbering summer.
Not too long now,
everything will turn to
burgundy, and gold,
and the sidewalks glossed
with sugar-glass crunch,
and cinnamon tasting air
with crisp cool apple ozone,
bright and shimmering,
splitting then autumn's
maple ginger mead,
under this unchanged moon.
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Strange dreams
The night before
my dreams were
green onion green
and
red apple red
and
I couldn't tell
which
doors would open
and
witches
beckoned for me
to be their sister
beyond the hill.
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Magnetic
Shadow-laundresses during
the eclipse work over time
beating your shadow against the rocks
cleansing anew.
You turn the dial on the moon
counter clockwise when you laugh
pulling the sea towards you
in a playful gravity tug-of-war.
Luna and La Mer gives themselves to you
by the glow of your aquamarine eyes.
Everything around you flows so natural,
like snow so light on the wind,
and the shimmer of iridescent shell backsides.
Your hand in mine provides me a
new religion.
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Rainy afternoon
Everything is still this afternoon
save for the tapping
of the rain's fingers
against glass
wanting in.
The trees shake
their hair dry
and look for
a towel.
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The Perfumed Garden
I move between two
ying and yang,
alpha and omega,
and you, and me,
and you, and you
and me,
together interweave
forming us into
Nataraja in
a cosmic dance.
People think differently
at night I whispered to
you and you,
and you kissed my many
limbs and we danced
all night between the
cool air and the
perfumed garden.
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Dragons in rain
Did you do it,
the way you said you would?
Did you slink and slither,
with iridescent scales glistening
multicoloured under street lights,
and find your cave?
I remember how smoke
curled from your nostrils -
a dragon who extinguished
his flame,
and you told me you
couldn't wait to shine your boots
in the rain.
You cleaned everything in the rain
now that I remember.
It made things easy for you.
Shine on babe. I'll see you
some day in flight over the
city's skyline.
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Lovers
When you leave your scent on my sheets,
and the taste of your name in my mouth,
this city becomes gold, and green
like some Nostradamus dream.
You sleep so close to me, and
our dreams entwine like our limbs,
and we are like midnight vines climbing
up houses, and make love to each other
under the blanket of moonlight.
Night time makes me crave you,
to taste your name,
to speak it low,
and lower still,
as we dissolve into
each other's bodies
like streams seeking oceans.
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Snow Bruised
The trumpet sounds
silver splashes
into the mouth
of my ears,
drowning my hearing
like an awakening
I can't experience,
save for whenever I
close my eye.
When I awaken,
I can lay worthy then
at your side,
and kiss warm
your snow bruised body,
and joyously shed my
salt water heathen tears
beside your grace.
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Remembering When
We knew how to run between buildings
undetected, and slip past the lights
that illuminated patches of parks.
Wild in the streets
wild in the sheets
and wide in the
view that we would take over the world
one Saturday night at a time.
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Dogma
It doesn't matter if you use hooks
or feathered hands
Though the box will say
"handle with care"
no one ever does
and never will
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silence
like a tongue crucified
to an oak tree,
with no hope for
resurrection
for what it speaks,
you remain mute,
by choice, and
never speaking again
of what you saw.
a silence so loud
that it can shatter
windows.
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Ghost Movements
Such moves through this
fog - you -
slide through the distorted air,
and fleet past,
and my eyes can't
spit out the vision fast enough.
Standing - you -
just a finger's touch
out of reach.
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Passing By
Every once in a while,
when the rain dampened the streets
giving off that wet concrete smell,
I remember you, and your opened door.
You on the step with a green coffee cup
which warmed your hands from
the damp day.
You are like a cut film strip
left on the floor now.
A look at a stranger's life
passing by a car window.
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Severe Thunder
With the lightening flash
cracks
breaks
down trees into
stick like angels
and crows
black against black
skies grey highlighted
with rain
splatter
flutter
out from the
flash
clash
against white
doorways.
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