As an animal,
As a being who
Sparked into existence
And had a chance to walk around,
And look,
Smell, hear and taste...
As that being,
You must accept that you will die.
(Okay... Vegetables, too...
Let's not get too egotistical here.)
--- 24 May 2014
Saturday, 24 May 2014
Saturday, 26 April 2014
Tonight I heard
Tonight I heard
The most amazing sound...
I had given myself a night off,
A few pints, etc...
I remember a feeling
That all things were possible now,
Coming home from the pub.
Then I sat outside
To smoke some fine pipeweed,
As Gandalf would say.
I have been met with relief
This past year or so.
Respite.
I am in good straits.
It's a long story...
Anyway,
Tonight I have been sitting
In the courtyard of my building
After it all...
And I heard the most amazing sound.
In the amber electric light
But also the quiet of the night...
The shoots were emerging.
Earlier that night I spoke
Of how, we in the north would
Just burn the layer of leaves
And dead grass that would've built up,
In spring cleaning...
But in Toronto,
That would invite the Fire Department...
So this layer of dead unwelcome foliage is overtop,
Of everything here.
Anyway I heard the movement of the shoots,
I heard, as they emerged
I heard them shifting the dead foliage above;
Rustling,
At one point even seeing a leaf shift
Slightly.
I was surrounded by the sound of
Emerging shoots...
Just subtle, scattered rustling
In the night,
But to be in tune with it,
To listen to the darkness
I could hear it.
It was the sound
Of new life from the ground,
And the feeling
That anything is possible.
--- 1pm 11 April 2014
The most amazing sound...
I had given myself a night off,
A few pints, etc...
I remember a feeling
That all things were possible now,
Coming home from the pub.
Then I sat outside
To smoke some fine pipeweed,
As Gandalf would say.
I have been met with relief
This past year or so.
Respite.
I am in good straits.
It's a long story...
Anyway,
Tonight I have been sitting
In the courtyard of my building
After it all...
And I heard the most amazing sound.
In the amber electric light
But also the quiet of the night...
The shoots were emerging.
Earlier that night I spoke
Of how, we in the north would
Just burn the layer of leaves
And dead grass that would've built up,
In spring cleaning...
But in Toronto,
That would invite the Fire Department...
So this layer of dead unwelcome foliage is overtop,
Of everything here.
Anyway I heard the movement of the shoots,
I heard, as they emerged
I heard them shifting the dead foliage above;
Rustling,
At one point even seeing a leaf shift
Slightly.
I was surrounded by the sound of
Emerging shoots...
Just subtle, scattered rustling
In the night,
But to be in tune with it,
To listen to the darkness
I could hear it.
It was the sound
Of new life from the ground,
And the feeling
That anything is possible.
--- 1pm 11 April 2014
Tuesday, 12 November 2013
Depression Is A Combat Zone
Where was I on
The Eleventh Hour
Of the Eleventh Day
Of the Eleventh Month?
In a waiting room.
The Eleventh Hour
Of the Eleventh Day
Of the Eleventh Month?
In a waiting room.
This is who we are...
This is who we are...
Look down and you'll see it:
You're a little ragdoll
Hanging off of your eyeballs...
--- 12 Nov 2013
Look down and you'll see it:
You're a little ragdoll
Hanging off of your eyeballs...
--- 12 Nov 2013
Wednesday, 23 October 2013
Every day without fail
Every day without fail
(It seems)
I fall asleep
When I wake up.
--- 23 Oct 2013
(It seems)
I fall asleep
When I wake up.
--- 23 Oct 2013
Saturday, 28 September 2013
Obscenity In My Time
I open a favourite video of mine,
Just about an hour ago
(As of posting this),
And this ad comes up on Youtube...
About this product called
Poo-Piroueee, or something like that,
Which basically is a for-real
Scientifically-designed product
That covers the smell of your shit
Just about an hour ago
(As of posting this),
And this ad comes up on Youtube...
About this product called
Poo-Piroueee, or something like that,
Which basically is a for-real
Scientifically-designed product
That covers the smell of your shit
Labels:
betrayal,
honour,
loyalty,
materialism,
poem,
poetry,
sacrifice,
superficiality
Tuesday, 17 September 2013
Angel
Yesterday some kid,
Some kid,
Killed 26 people
In Connecticut.
I think of the damage
That our Technologized,
Materialistic,
New Atheist society
Has done to these souls.
These Loners...
Some kid,
Killed 26 people
In Connecticut.
I think of the damage
That our Technologized,
Materialistic,
New Atheist society
Has done to these souls.
These Loners...
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