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poem

notes from above

notes from above

birds forming coalitions

treetop caucus
clean slate of highrise policiies
tracking biounits
breaking platinum records
like they didn’t matter
what the coach did
where the drones hid
on hilltop perch
like that actress who’s made it
don’t trade in your old issues
because one day, everyone will want to read them
a boat or a bed made up for the special guests,
chocolate wafers on the pillow
illicit affairs of the heart, in shadows, in travels
taking my energy
a high pitched note
carried over morse code
tap tap tap, incompetent strategies
programming since birth
coding like its no tomorrow
tracing the tail bones of the mummified remains
like an egyptican from last year
faced with looming tornados
and trickster acrobats
we drink rum and coke in the afternoon
switching to nastrtiams and honeycomb in the early evening while dusk bound mosquitos whisper rhymes and rhythms of the down under to escaped convicts hustling a crust of bread, like they’re not worthy, or they’re most worthy.
if you die they’ll look at the things you had in your pockets
inspecting the minutiae of a life
i scribble my notes on it all
and forget the sordid accounts’
where i’m judging and mocking others
feeling sorry for their standard amounts
— it is hard to be an immigrant
although you are told you are welcome
in fact you ally with your homeland
and think nothing of what you’re about
in this town,
i laced the chilli with peppercorns
and the people are hardly aware
as we made you into our silence
we traced your remains to the lair.
poem

while we’re trying

Image

because we can say things other people can’t
because we are real
because we care
because we don’t care
about stupid stuff
because we have ideas
coming out the ying yang

because we can code
and no I don’t mean that code
although some uv us (like me)
can do a bit o dat too
(more on that l8r)
we can speak the code
of imagery
we see past the idolatry
because I am me

we are the ultimate rhetoricians
and I actually had rhetoric in my degree
but i’m stuck in a fame-freeze
a frame-freeze
liquid nitrogen emotional spill
the yellow cake tastes really good
riding the current in my rubber wheel
swiftly down the st.laurent I float
perdre la raison

I am from Toronto
look at me, look at me
I am here.

Walk around me.
I am a tank.
I am a killer.
I transfer my body odour into toxic fumes
I am subsumed.

why do we need poets,
to look at the big picture, when we already know it,
why their cynicism attempts to de-rail us
collisions & carnage only broadcast once
never to remind us of the wasteland
we live in
the junk carts
and the has beens.

all of a sudden the news is very, very bad
saudis have pulled out of iran
putin claims we are the eneemy we hear
we see him hunt and fish and swear

we relate to the haters
we understand we are lucky bitches
gratitude and humour and positive attitude stickers
scratch and sniff to win the big one
planet is dying while we’re trying to steal some
sun for the mars that haunts our nightmares
waking to find that it isn’t over yet

poem

something to say

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I’ll continue this rhyme, after my morning bath.

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