cracks in the veneer
warrant a fresh new surface.
regional command

sent down a task force
to get high on a jungle gym,
smiling a comfortable awkward.

blemishes liquefied,
slipped between chilled fingers,
the boards they sit on

plunged into the warm sand.

yup its a war out there

war of the wilted roses

Well tonight for all that matter/

And Tonight!

bike lights blink blue...
two new tubes, fancy ones...
winter's perfect vehicle almost complete

look who came crawling back rebuttles
in a tool bar somewhere...
a toolbox later.

Smoking {not drinking; (tonight at least)}
photos,
FunFun!
Fun in the Midnight Sun.

and:
-she cries.
-he sits

it's like standing in the principals office for making fake cigarettes in grade 5.
not listening at all. Thinking how nice it will be to be out of her office.
Where are your bathing suit raccoon "pages de réflections" now?
Where are your newest punishments.

feed

deep-rest(ed)

Deep rest deep Rest Deep rest. DEEP-rested DeepRest ©.

just write something

(on the strip)

jittering fur lined purses and hoods

meet you, dancing

sideways on the concrete.

(darling dodging)

thank you for that dance

you say to yourself

sidestepping someone not there

(self citicism)
you, you're creating

you feel nothing on autopilot

fill out 
some message
by the time you get home.

(conclusion)
 no audience but yourself.
entirely comfortable,
you know why.

Halloween

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

Average Tuesday Night

Let's grow away these bearded blues