muags

Just words

Month: December, 2012

Hello

Anyone interested in my work may have noticed the lack of posts lately. I have been working on my visual art as of late. If you are interested, please see the links below. Happy Holi-daze.

facebook.com/Muags

woodenskirt.tumblr.com

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Gin Dream

Gin night dream
visceral as it is

remaining hunched
my face turns
red
in the violence
of truth

this is my active
research
in trying to
figure out
what its all
about

this is me rubbing
the surface
trying to decipher
a charcoal snowflake
shading

Speed Bump

THERE IS FOG IN MY THROAT THAT FALLS DOWN INTO MY STOMACH
ITS ABSORBED INTO MY ENTIRE BODY AND I FEEL HEAVY
IT KEEPS ME DOWN LIKE A SPEED-BUMP

RUN ME OVER

BUT AS WE RIDE THE HOUR HAND INTO FUTURE
I FEEL THE FOG LIFT
AND THE ROAD IS CLEAR

RUN YOU OVER

Aurora Boredom Axels

The mountains
are my holy
beacon
pulling me
through
provincial fogs

Just a great lake
dancer
spreading
my body across
the plains
diffused
by northern lights

Warm Kiss VSOP

The sweet
burgundy tingle
on
the round of my tongue

Creamy and sweet
Old and familiar
Warm kiss vsop

there you are
saying hello
saying soon
I will punch you
where your heart is

The Windshield

driving home from some
girlfriends house
through snowy
midnight
farm fields
freezing February
regrets

squinting to see
the future in front
of the car
leaning forward
forehead
touching
the windshield

Keys and Crows

I am a pile
of memories

Those
at the top are fresh
and easy to spot

but as time goes by
they roll south
and join those
fragments
buried deep
at the base

you are
slowly rolling
south

bound to join
all the
keys and crows
I have forgotten

Amber Invitation

God lets the goblins in
They are in my River
They have become my friends

Deleting them is not an option
I try to invite them
when I am in the position

Sacrifice is a necessary procedure
I run through the nightly routine
and try to remember to forget her

My bed is not long enough for revelations
starvation enhances my amber
Invitation.

Mini Routine Survival Loop (spoken word)

Travel Daze

the myth of myself
on this side of somewhere
truth on the cusp
sweat in the air

dear strangers sweet tingling
helping me across the shelf
dirty work shirts
displaying sun baked health

Edmonton was all we had
vintage Korean cap
de lap i tated suv
with my train buddy Matt