Just words

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
But now
a few years later
I struggle
remember her

House Ship

The floor began to rumble
It was around 830
I heard people upstairs
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
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

Mighty Timber

my splinter
looks infectious
dark and purple, the colours
they mingle
so pretty
on my finger
my knuckles
a tiny disaster
on my
a wooden
but without consent
get out little lover
leave my skin
you are the same
as me
pointy and intrusive
but now you
must go
back to the
flow to be reborn
as a mighty timber
in some great forest
eons from
this place


Dear girl
down the sidewalk
you are perfection
in black sunglasses,
gliding hips swinging
through Chinatown
and when I see you
my mind starts singing
some leonard cohen song
because like his lyrics
you are
bleeding happiness
coupled with
spring time sadness
a vision bathing in
the evening light.
I don’t even know
your favourite colour

Solo Ant Hill

The saddest ant
builds his
own hill
with no queen to worship
And no friends
by his side

So he goes crazy
in hurried frenzy

praying for
a childish god
with a
magnifying glass
sun beam
his life away


its a sad thing
waiting till we die to
rest in peace

I rest in peace as much
as I can
Why would I want to
rest in turmoil?
that wouldn’t be much
of a rest now would it?

So here is what I say
it’s easier to rest in
peace while you’re alive

For when you are dead
you just
Rest In Dirt

-Strathroy, 2007


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