Groundhog Day (from 2008)

groundhog day

sometimes
i fall asleep on the couch
reality slips away.
it happens to my whole arm
and when i wake
turns to rubber.
so i pull it apart
and put like tires on my bike.
I ride it to work in the morning.
with it, i am
dodging cars, avoiding pedestrians
i fall asleep on my bike again
it's tuesday morning
on my way to work

I wake up finally
on my couch,
eight hours later...
And I pull it apart.

You can't live your life in a mason jar.

I had myself convinced my life wasn't clockwork
tick
tock

like a bedroom floor corner for about a week after soft dew from the mornings window accumulate

for sure my friend
for sure
my friend
for sure
friend
my
sure friend.

Moving day (approaches)

Goodbye downstairs neighbour,
Goodbye above,

No more of your sound,
Of your dull thuds,

Your moans
or mine.

Autumn fall,
Stupid lonely,

I see you again smiling,
And again I only smile through

(it's weird to think i'll know you in the winter)

Monday Night Autobiographical

its the times like this
the dreams i had as a kid,
the sand falling
down from the stone
lamped shale walls,
and onto a heavily detailed
fine concrete table.
(that was one of two fever dreams)

comes back to me
but only in memory
and
it's all so appropriate
and suitable
and comfortable.

Front window, Tired after working 9-5

if someone drags their bicycles downstairs
its back tire jumping, the bike rattling loud from step to step
seemingly this rusting hulk, jagged.

is a way of gauging one's intelligence?
or is it simply a poorly thought out
or executed movement
from point a to point b.
?

why should i bother with intelligence
because i found her at least remotely attractive?
this having peeked interest in this creature
long enough to notice,
motions, skill and dexterity.

evolutionary factors
cracks in the seam separating
those living

my logical reasoning
in writing this
demonstrating our differences...
the only separations

maybe it's that we're really just,
better at different things

and I shouldn't cut you down
for dragging back tires
down concrete stairs.

sentiment seeping sediment

trying not to feel
something i had myself convinced i couldn't.
some would say cracks appear beneath the surface
i think its more of a seepy basement style
a soft sediment foundation.

it starts small,
through particulate clay
moisture sifts through in a mist
until there's a gaping void
just create

this is what happens
when you let someone in

my first kiss

my first kiss
Grade 8 movie theater
she was in grade seven.

i remember obsessing.
spontaneously leaning over,

the sloppy lash lasted seconds

years later a friend told me
she wanted her first kiss back.

montreal,
we're still friends now.
a theatre no longer existed,
turned parkinglot, part town hall.

I sit at work, drunk on lunch
pulling old carpets down

Biche Plz

[i love "biche"
it just sounds so much more breathy]

{yeah true
im glad you like it
its one of my proudest undertakings}

[thats good
im proud too]

{thankx biche}

open your left eye you bastard

ive got a lazy eye
when looking at a computer for long periods of time
i end up closing my left eye.

it could be because i'm leaning my face on my hand
this only seems to happen when i'm alone

in a room
sometimes stoned

maybe its because im in a dark room staring into light
will this damage my right eye?
i could be entirely mistaken.

and Bin Laden's dead,
twitter told me.

feet art - 2008

9-5 Open Mic

In the later grand society
Do the Could Have Beens
become the "artists"
of tomorrow (but today)?

do they become the can do's
or the lazy
or the not yet,
or the still can't,

or the why should we
or why do i deserve
or the...

In the later grand society
its the same as it is now
same as it ever was,
"you reap what you sow"

notes found on cellphone after a night of drink

At this time I am someone else
dull thuds echoing footsteps
through the crack of their
windows' hitting futon
slumbering ears slowly
trudging home to
temporaneous police wails to
get them through a light and
the passing cabs of
drunk western societal projects/
effects (refine me later.)

In the old neighbourhood, is it wrong to approach strange cats?

(Nothing could have prepared me for that she said)

I've slept in fields waiting for the morning to come

after walking for hours in the night

face staring down still black waters
doubled socks behind bleeding heels
considered breaking into a boathouse to sleep
placed my feet in a schoolbag to ward off mosquitoes,
used my skateboard (at the time) as a pillow

I've gone back to the water
When the sun finally broke

After walking
washing
 bloodied feet.
though I was broken,

You sat, still (unconvinced)
beautiful in the morning light.

Quotable Q's

Just when I thought I was out...they pull me back in.

-Micheal Corleone

New and the old, the few and the bold?

kitten eye'd hungry
i broke into a car tonight
like the last night...
it didnt come as easy this time.
although it was sanctioned.
legal in most ways,
logically at the very least...

and you send me a text,
i was Gorbachev reforming...
tow me back.
the rhetoric always confused
i'd never done anything but give love.

shallow well?
the greatest fault.

I'll sit here in bed at night
peering over my warm quilts.
Alone but, so are you.
i'm ok;
really it doesn't bother me at times...

and you?

Office Christmas

tick tocking teardrop falling
tap duct tip tapping
in a slow one two
one two..

I sit expelling.
Expunging.

A mirage of tin walls swirling
turning colours.

A breakfast caesar and two cigarettes later.
Christmas at the office