in the Valley

a spider’s web
from the corner of my eye
connects
to the sky

light
bounces along its edge
and slows
as i look
from my nose
along its length, up
up to a hole in the blue

that white, hot, glowing hole
squinting there
i can see
Paradise
dripping through
golden
tumbling
down

down
to the valley below
where
birds have long abandoned their dry
nests. the wind whistles with a diseased
silence
and trees grow long, long
shadows
underneath

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of Sexless idols

In a Thousand years if there’s a History
our words and stories
Now
will be rediscovered and considered
Record, Factual Evidence
taken by a confused people without the context
of the Society
that
made them

we must be the last of the Great
Roman Empire
crazed by poisonous Politics
& Power
warred for, bled upon, built to Cathedral
on the ruin of a burning ship
listing in Her throes
with our sexless skeletons tangled
in each other
eaten by the Sea

Minerva
dormant
breastless, Virgo’s womb withered
sagging like a leather sack
Lady Liberty standing statuesque, vigilant
over Her mound of bones
like a scabbard without a sword thrust into the sky
the Words
“I lift my lamp beside the Golden Door”
prophetic

at last

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Palm Feeding

Jack Link’s premium cuts
beef Nuggets
tender cuts of beef steak
low fat/ high protein
the only thing this product needs
an advert featuring a man in a track suit
jogging near the beach
w/ that chiseled Gillette chin
dimpled smile
just try not to think
you’re palm feeding from a treat bag
lil’ doggie

the Product itself is a visual representation
of how the Corporate Mind views the consumer
collective
my purchase confirms their opinion
success assures futurity
an evaluation of Market economies
will determine growth/ advancement
the release of future product variants,
or the merging of product lines
potato Chips now in Cheeseburger Flavour

the detergent in my Toothpaste does not
increase teeth-whitening effectiveness
market research has shown
people like bubbles

you are the experiment
Subject 0
blip on a Sales Graph
irregularity in commercial investment
look around you
your immediate space is a visual representation
of Corp. product allegiance

is it possible
that your ideas are not your own,
that the way you choose to present yourself
is merely an assemblage of market options?

if i may offer a suggestion to the Jerked Beef people
at Management
: up the portion size
take a hit on the price
gamble with your sales research
customers that habitually purchase similar products
will endorse your Brand name
plus
the potential of new customers from the fence

the bite-sized chunks were easy to manage
flavour was good
& i didn’t have to reseal a chewed sample in the bag

eagerly anticipating Teriyaki, Pepper, and Honey BBQ

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in our own small places

was in Sask
first time i heard that song
5
strangers
on a long brown greyblack road
midnight
passing smoke and tokens
between us
somber in that light
easy and familiar
we all of us listened
drunk and comfortable, swaying
in our own small places
knowing, like hands touching in the dark
a peace

who
was
the first to speak? to feel the uncomfortable
tug of walls breaking
of emotions binding souls
and pull away?
to change the tempo
laugh away the love

some still lost in that hazy remembrance
pulling at long cigarettes
wistful in the eternity
of night
staring out the window
holding on
to that kind and gentle
freedom

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love without it

it turns out
i can’t have happiness
with writing
i can’t have it all together
i need an itch
a manageable depression
like a broken heart
an empty stomach
wandering the streets dusty
citybuses with cigarette crumbs
on my shirt

it’s easier to sing about love
without it
to feel that need in the soul
and cry for it
“rescue me from the pit of myself!”
design syllables and syntax, sweet
coax it out of its mysterious comfort
to meet the wreckage of my body
where
i’ll perform a magic trick
as all men do
that’s the part, here
the
seduction

and should i be unsuccessful
i keep singing
as all men do
and should i find her
and should she decide to search my ruin
for beauty
the spirit leaps the blood flows
alive again!
poems shoot from my fingertips
like lightning
the All is captivating
the universe has meaning. the bards in their graves
were right all along
existence
generosity
being
-i can breathe
back broke from fucking like wild
angry teenagers
get up to take a piss
admire the look of satisfaction
on her face

it will pass, it has to
it’s a law of the universe
same universe that put her
in my bed
nothing lasts forever
mathematicians have mapped infinity. time is relative
reality is perception
it will pass
even if i have to push it away
because
i need this part of it
right here

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temporary passengers

10. 17. 17
approx 9:40 pm

on the phone with M
nine pm rolling over
to ten
-power goes out
but the landline still works
& she says “yup,
extreme wind warning reported.”
we chat for another fifteen, or so
abt various nonsense suchas
who cld build a makeshift shelter, or
who cld make a campfire w/out matches
then the line went
dead
i clicked the receiver a few times
dead
then quickly found a lighter and some
candles, w/out difficulty
an easy enough task for a sensory deprived
mole like myself
curious about the extent of the outage
i moved to the nearest window
from its aperture i could discern
no light
only shadow on shadow
i then proceeded to dress myself
and prepared to explore this new contrast
instead of taking the apt. door
to the building’s hallway
to the security door
to the street, i decided in favor of vaulting
my balcony’s first-floor railing
to the sidewalk
where i was chanced upon by a neighbour opposite
who captioned the obvious with his smalltalk
“sure is windy out here, huh?” cellphone and cigarette
i returned “yep” at his dumb observation
shaking my head
walking into the gale

noticing first the tremendous force pushing
my body, then the sky
i turned a scarfed face
standing solitary in the apt.complex courtyard
darker than i imagined
the only way to describe it
is with poetry

racing with the hundred kilometer per hour
wind
spectral cloudforms
shift, fusing & separating
moon, barely visible
catching and loosing the void spaces
where a bit of star and cosmos
can be seen beyond
impossible not to feel microscopic
,a temporary passenger
at nature’s mercy

small clusters of traffic
move like cautious deer
drivers lean forward over steering wheels
peering out passenger and driverside windows
their lampglares cut against the black
i raise a hand to shield my nighteyes
silenced engines whimper
tires crunch over unseen tree branches
hesitant at intersections
dead signal lights flap and shudder
squeaking flimsy metal hinges

law-abiding despite the chaos
their insect brains more transparent
fear, and waiting
for the lights to come on

collectively certain
the morning alarm clock monotony
with resume

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