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the switchman

28 May

i sit in the bathtub,
not too often,
but the next time i do,
i will watch the water slither towards the drain and
remember that
water wears down everything and
it will do me too.
then after that,
i’ll exit the tub,
dry off,
and cut some vegetables in the nude.

painting by colorsetbrushes

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the clouds disappear one day

20 May

grandma and grandpa evergreen
wave to the magnolia’s flash of pedals.
they are crumpled up newspapers,
but some events need no clocks and calendars.
they are magnetic.
we humble upon one another.

creature of seasons gush

29 Mar

the seagulls sky loiter above the grocery store parking lot,
soaring.
no ocean needed.
no garbage dumps either,
there they are,
flying,
uncontrollable singing
in tandem with
crow bass beat booms sudden.
the wind is warm or warmer.
i take my time,
i watch some fellow humans limp along.
i play spacier music on my headphones,
magnetic fields
i want the beer i buy to last forever.
the northern industry and efficiency is done.
bathing suits soon.
this season.
this may be the one.
i already bought some light bulbs.
soon i’ll open the windows.

shopping and what not

20 Mar

i have a bad habit of feeling ready for a nuclear disaster after scoring an 8 pack of canned tuna. i guess i feel this way because each can is then turned into a different dish –
tuna with pasta,
tuna with rice,
tuna sandwich and so on

i can stay away from the grocery store for 8 days and well,
8 days is a long time.

But the other day i went to the grocery store and as always, the giant food warehouse was filled with all sorts of curiosities, from plastic cutlery to spices in packs to giant bags of bird seed stashed under the broccoli display,  as if to say,
hey animals!
put your differences aside and
come together for a squall of a moment and
you can count on us as
a place to come and get it.

movement of beings

16 Mar

sometimes the layout of a newspaper page tells a story all by itself.

the other day, page 2 of the national post had a full spread on immigrants hoofing it north into Canada from the United States, through the “swiss cheese border” they called it.

and on page 3 was a story about global warming messing up the travel patterns of polar bears; about them showing up a top garbage heaps near James Bay, which is way further south than other years.

soon June minus 70 something

12 Mar

i got so excited when March arrived that I messed up the countdown to June. And just to rub it in, Montreal’s been wickedly windy and cold the last few days, so windy that an elderly woman had to hold onto a stop sign pole. One strong gust and she would have been lifted horizontal and spun around like a tether ball.

if i were a cat, i’d sit curled up on a window sill and watch wind work its wonders with snow, leaving curvy castle like shapes in its invisible wake and if i were in saudia arabia, i’d do the same, only with sand instead of snow.

cheering for nothing in particular

29 Oct

over the past few years,
i’ve spotted two sets of bleachers in the seemingly middle-of-nowhere.
i say middle-of-nowhere. because they weren’t overlooking a field where teams compete.
there were no goals or sides.
maybe the bleachers were put there to be like a park bench,
to entice more people to become observers,
as opposed to competitors?

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