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standing strong
31 Marthis one by colorsetbrushes makes me sweat; words too.
it’s good to wake up again and
see light give shape and form to objects
the branches begging the sun;
all kinds of begging;
some with still hands at their side;
others bending,
waving wild in the wind;
never before shadows
creeping slowly across nearby mounds.
words by steve; broken bats
same old pilgrim frontier
21 Aprstill the shuffling masses;
crowding onto buses,
waiting in post office lines;
the china man in ski vest,
quarter naked teeny boppers,
down syndrome,
suit and tie,
headphones,
a never before seen mustache,
smell of patchouli and beer,
all tapestrified;
the tree stump eyes droop.
clouds dance heavy now.
stoic buildings crumble.
dreams behind wasted eyes;
all pining for dawn’s car wash.
the portage
28 Marnoah built an ark at the perfect time;
when it wasn’t raining,
some sort of Lao Tzu;
prepare for peace during times of war
prepare for war during times of peace,
some sort of brain freeze is a good time to sweep the floor,
do dishes, clean inside the oven.
flicking night the birdy
25 Marnight is a know it all bully,
seducing us with its claims on reality,
greedy in its stay,
dangling us all kinds of gargoyle moods to worship.
we ignore it and dream instead and
twilight returns.
it’s neither here nor there,
skipping absolutes as bad for complexion sky
splashing us bipolar drunk visions
and solstice tokens to be redeemed twice a year.
twilight…
lover of change.
my favorite revolution
15 Sepfour season climate is
a hill of sliding beans
every new step stuffing memories
6 feet further under
rainy day orbit around the lake
amnesia in a mist of new possibilities.
not exactly a cyclone, but still
10 Sepsainte cunégonde park doesn`t really echo in oscar peterson.
that`s just the tourist brochure
playing BIG montreal jazz legends hung out there,
but kids play dice in the alley
and the park`s day glow wood chairs are new and
so is the outdoor public piano
and the drunk playing whatever
we enjoy the wind
until it kicks us out
just like it sucked us in.
playing facelift
whenever the hell it wants,
moooohahahaha….
no bus fare, magic carpets, and what not
24 Augthe reaches of a room never seen like
a hidden wall socket or egyptian floor board design
are the moon’s forbidden zones.
i welcome them like gashes to my rudders,
a pause to the constant calculations so
i can play dead in float chair river
and never bother tying rope to dock.
waking up somewhere else is the whole idea.