Category Archives: Poetry and Prose

expressionist freeverse, punk rock lyrics, occasional ode to love, digression into nonsense, or possibly vaguely lyrical or rhyming, but not likely – maybe in cycles

Parallel Parked – Items: Forgotten in Drawers (vol. 3)

Parallel Parked – Items: Forgotten in Drawers
Parallel Parked – Items: Forgotten in Drawers

Following You – Items: Forgotten in Drawers (vol. 3)

Following You – Items: Forgotten in Drawers
Following You – Items: Forgotten in Drawers

Time Traveler (cover) – Items: Forgotten in Drawers (vol. 3)

Time Traveler (cover) – Items: Forgotten in Drawers (vol. 3)
Time Traveler (cover) – Items: Forgotten in Drawers (vol. 3)

Witnessed Own Autopsy

Autopsy etc. table, wood (Kerala)
Autopsy etc. table, wood (Kerala)

On a hardwood slab I witnessed
My very own autopsy
Carved by Portuguese explorers
In the 16th century

Chipped out my draft obituary
On a petroglyph red canyon wall
Will be covered up soon enough
By flooding rivers and reservoirs

Guilt, grief, cold and sorrow
Ride in the seats beside me
Loss settles in, ticket punched
Ready for the full night ride
In which sunrise last forever
Evidence of absence of time

Roll past all the caskets
Rotting for eternity
There is “really nothing inside“
But exhume just to see

Vasco’s bones are dug up
And carried to his home
I’ll leave yours in the ground
And sit beside alone

I’ll read you endless poems
By Whitman, Baudelaire and Keats
Bring flowers black like coffee
Open like the Chinese fishing nets

Remember you well

I won’t wait till after an incident

Instead, i’ll miss you now

And now and then and often

Always remember you well

Morning mists parting…

Morning mists parting
even the harbour mills
turn beautiful

##

from Hotsprings and Stubbed Toe, Occasional haiku… 1992-2004

Download Hot Springs and Stubbed Toe (.pdf)

Good Canadian Kid (for Joe) (alt 2)

C

Right on
That’s cool
A good Canadian kid

Hey yeah
Not too bad
Proud of what he did

V

They named his Ray
born in Thunder bay
back when still called
something else

Tired hard in school
Not that he was a fool
He just didn’t
care that much

But he won 2nd place
In science class
His volcano
was almost best

Played Junior A
But couldn’t go all the way
Just glad he
saved his teeth

He hitchhiked east
half-way at least
almost made it
to Labrador

Though he dug the times
left the Celts behind
and took the
rails far west

With a coffee mug
and pawned guitar
he rarely
missed a fest

Crossed the prairies fast
hit rockies at last
and kept on
rolling to the coast

Grew some grass for friends
and than had to make amends
when the poe-leece
shook him down

3 months forced rest
in suburban house
he was ready
to make a stand

He sat in front of trucks
and sat some more in courts
all for bearing witness
to old trees fallin to ground

Now in these older days
almost twice as wise
and he learned the tools
to change the world

B

Hes got to build a life
to prove it can be done
sharp enough to know
to hang out with the flow
and think how he’s gotta
turn to make life fun
he doesn’t forget
that to make it great
you can’t leave
your clan behind
ya gotta be nice to others
help them from time to time

Lost in New York

Bongo drums and rucksack
LSD walk all night
Turning corners arbitrarily
To bump into strangers apparently

They’re lost too
but refuse to admit
Because they want to act
tough and smart

Name dropping pretences
and shit

“I hitchhiked here”
you explain
Came from west of the Rockies
But Ohio, Utah, Idaho
To them, it’s all the same

Can you name all the bridges
Which allow you to escape?
Up the Hudson Valley, the Hamptons
Or forgotten uncle
Somewhere on a cape

Evidently, a fisherman
you haven’t seen in years
You say to the drag queen
at a loft party over beers

Turned a corner, bump into a dialogue
With David Letterman waiting for a cab
He likes the Dodgers chances this year
You think he invites you along

But turns out he’s talking to a monkey
Talking back to no one
except for a chimpanzee
Waiting for an audition
To play you on TV

Pastrami sandwiches
And streetcart knish
Meatpacking sounds funny
3 AM falafel’s are delicious
Simple things are easier
To make truth and wishes