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To Smile in the lowest Places

Somewhere between extremism
And monotony
There is a glass of wine
Full of epiphanies
It is your duty to find the
Glass of truth, the goblet
Of illumination

It is your mission here in this experience
To seek a conduit for novelty
The universe rewards risk
And calculated craziness

Where the plan has gaps and voids
You will become paranoid
And god bless this moment
This is what you have been
Waiting for

A chance for growth
an opportunity
To dance with
Rapturous freedom

To sweat sweet visceral
Beads of joyous
Adrenaline
To smile in the lowest places
And laugh at full
Capacity

To feel your soul explode
With happiness
To be hung-over
And see the seas wind
Blow into a girls dress
And watch that fabric dance
Just watch that fabric dance

Junk Removal pt2

You die and you’re gone
But the junk
You collected is
Left behind

So I come and take it
For a fee
Then it goes to the dump
To rot like you

So don’t bother
Buying a fancy picture frame
Or a souvenir
to remember
That time you went to Florida

North Beach Hotel

We barely talked
and it was obvious
at the time
But it was alright
We looked at
each other
with merlot pupils

We were connected only
by the air between us
in the places we visited

Sometimes
It is easy to mistake
Cosmic attraction
with similar
Itineraries

Early Summer

Kensington Market is
Heating up
The crowds are out
And some unshaven armpits
Glide by on a long board
Im having a smoke
And the humidity is telling
Me to quit
My lungs will serves as
An archive of my poor choices
The mortician will slice me open
To observe my rings
There will be no moisture
In there
When the scalpel hits
The tissue my organs
Will crack open dusty
Like the sidewalls of a tire
That has seen
Too much action
So mortician, discard me in
Some field and set
Me on fire so i may
Join the humidity and
Be inhaled into
The lungs
Of some other
Smoking fool

Old You Know Who

I burnt my hands
on her
searing hips
My grip was tight
during the ride
And now
I feel the sting

Her love
was a boomerang
I could not reciprocate
She was a
tornado passing through
so true and
spectacular
But now
a few years later
I struggle
to
remember her

House Ship

The floor began to rumble
It was around 830
I heard people upstairs
Turning
Cranks and shouting demands
It all sounded quite routine
The house began to lift
Some dirt was shaken
And displaced, i could
Sweep this up later
The whole house was out of
The foundation now and
We were well above
The neighborhood. My room did
Not have windows but
I suspected we were somewhere
Above Toronto now, in our suspicious rocket house
I heard thrusters powering up
Hmmm ssss
Sonic boom. The house blasted
Into space , a perfect launch

I sat back in my chair
With wine and music
Another successful day misunderstanding
My place in the world
And now outer space

The Burning Wings

Yes disagree with angels
Set their wings
on fire
Watch the carbon
return back to the sky
The gods look down
at my protest and
nod with approval
Systems must be
tested
Questions must be
asked so they can
be destroyed

So the ashes from
the burning wings
floated up and
disappeared back
into the sky
and the angels
had no choice
but to learn
how to walk

Just For A Second

A deep confident chuckle comes over me
And For a second i see everything

I see all of my insecurities wash away
And for a second i am with the stars
Galactic and enduring

So i have a smoke
To appreciate the cool july
Breeze through the nightime trees

The leaves flicker on and off
A perfect binary example
Of lifes black and white tendencies

So i watch the organic green switches
Flicker and smile

The wind giggles and so do i
all of this silliness
summarized in a few stupid words

Junk Removal

Its bewildering to drink
A dead woman’s Disaronno
A sip was gone from the bottle
She didn’t like it
And neither do i
But i’m about to finish
What she started

Half deep
The liquids disappearing
Just like a dead woman’s body
From her apartment
A part of me feels invested
I’m drinking the last liquids
She ever purchased

Here at the end of a strangers
Life i feel deeply affected
I am not unlike her
One day i will be
The dead stranger
In a random apartment

So Warm

When i needed someone
she was there

Red and loud and in my bed

She had hair on fire
She had white skin

And a Victorian body
Like some soft lady
From an ancient
oil Painting
red wine on canvas

She laid there for me
Real beauty
A painting already painted

She was
Milk through my fingers,
butter on a hot pan
sun through the window
warm water on my wrist

A white glove
That fit so well

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