Just words


When Wine
Comes down the stairs
Everyone goes from
Roaring to whisper
The liquid authority roars
Through the room
In red white waves

The wives realize their
Blushed plaid faces
So they remark
On their reaction to alcohol
But their company doesn’t
Seem to care
Because they know
That their wine face
Is mutual

So the crowd’s calm remains
And grows gradually
Back to a slow hum
And then
A clatter and before
You know it
The party is roaring

But Wine is there.
Always He will walk
Up and down
the stairs,
without fail,
Pounding on the shoulders
Of those who refuse
To endorse
His crude etiquette

Cooking Rice

Its not enough to be alive
You must disappoint yourself
a few times so
you can feel what thats like
And do other things
to your psyche
to feel those different feels

So then you grow
like a weed through winds
and rocks and those
hot Toronto summers
where the air
gets so steamy
you could cook rice
in your palm
but when you try
The sky bursts open
In dramatic purple
And god pisses very hard on
your evening.

The cool 7pm air
Is refreshing as it
tries to dry
the streets but before it can
the lights come on and
Summer is perfect like wine

Throwing Chairs in the Garbage

Dear god
That vibrates
Through every
Coffee table
Your heart is my heart
Your beautiful mechanics
Are felt
Through my fingers
I feel you there
In my skin
As I toss you into the garbage

Your intense barrage
Permeates my daily routine
You are
A dexterity poutine
That I devour with
Intense fervor

Dear all encompassing power
You make me real

My relationship
With ordinary sculptures
Is accentuated
And enhanced
As I graduate your form
to trash

Volcano Brain

This is my freshest piece of bread.

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
To smile in the lowest places
And laugh at full

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

It is easy to mistake
Cosmic attraction
with similar

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
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


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