Words In Passing (waiting outside a sandwich shop in the evening)

"But yes i would say so
without question read the bible
if you want to pursue
theological studies well I was
thinking that but then when
he said what a jelly rag what
is his fashion, murmurs you
never fuck with china though. The
things I was chasing though.
Someones reggea through an
open window queen street
wish I had my shirt on and it
continues clickitty clack
bike passes by
cigarettes almost done
11 o’clock philipino.
Rumble motorcycle Jarett!
We tossed him down the drain.
It’s so funny quiero second
what is this place.
or some shit I’ve been drinking
some tanked some shit.
He’s afraid of directing
I don’t know man
there’s been some party
don’t think about it
stay out of trouble
god loves you!
Alright I hope"

Walking home (after a night with mindi)

crushed dried leaf casings
jingling keys you
pass by,
bike legged beautiful.
riding the sidewalk home,

we never meet(met).

Words In Passing, Ronnie's, Kensington Market 2010/10/23

"And then I thought about it
and I whatever with the visual and..
there's six hundred people!
And andre, well get your hours!
Do something with your life!
All that I did then it's cuz...
what did you think of yourself
I feel so.

I don't know what just happened,
bunch of static motherfuckers.
...Success!"

Walk

on ossington
I already find the silence of winter.
sneakers on pavement and
back denim threads.
leaves grating underneath.

cabs passing,
bicycle lights flicker
with pressured breath
and too many cigarettes
but just enough beer.

uncertain footsteps
dark figures looming,
walking home, saturday morning.

another walk another dead rhyme (2006)

i cant let you haunt me
walking darkened streets
passing that place.
i found those books,
that box on the sidewalk
the irony of you liking anne rice
well she's out at the curb
with smashed wine bottles
discarded pizza crusts

stepping past,
i want to leave you there
wine and cheese,
broken glass

this is you
and i step around.

cute daisy on fire

im in love with a girl
but i dont know her name
im in love with a girl
but she has no face
makes no sound

she's the streetcar coasting
but you cant hear it
the crossing-guard smoking grey
grate-sleeping homeless
steel erecting plasticity
and legends dying.
she comes around when the church steeples
are no longer the tallest in town.

the frowning disillusioned
the upturned palms
the angry screamers
the closed fist
the digitized tones
and the head full of ecstasy

she's the keyboard reborn
yesterdays scrutiny
and a new sanity


the music is dying
and we're all killing ourselves
in this age of everything
but she's around
try to find her,
but she makes no sound.

..and lest I forget

oh oh i oh i oh
why wont you let me.
oh i oh, oh why oh
why wont you,
why oh, oh i know,
but won't you let me go.

words to adam

you know what
you can just fuck the fuck off
fuck right off
4:14
spin a fuck until it falls off

adam:
"you can fuck a spindle until you get off"

Growing

eating cereal at my childhood home
reminds me that as a kid i'd use the big spoon.
now i prefer the smaller spoon
same portion roughly, but
a smaller delivery vehicle...
the finer things in life?
does my cereal go soggy now?
I'm an old man now aren't I.

automated message:

cant you see i'm currently away

walk into apartment

a bright red smile
from a darkened floor.

my USB dock shines

a bright red smile
from my darkened floor.

hello empty room i say

It says hello to me.
a bright red smile