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Month: May, 2014

R.I.D

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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In the Morning with the Sun

I got off work
around
7
Took
the bus home
Got there
around eight AM

Walk to my room
over loud wooden floor
Have a few drinks
Think

Go out for a smoke
and look at the golden morning

I could see the curve of the earth
and I could feel
the curve
of my eyeballs
It was the most
perfect kind of
mood

I could not
see or feel
the atomic buzzing
of particles

But I knew they were there
and I was apart of
the buzzing

A wonderland
of gentle
vibration

Sinking Elephant

low tide all day
the beach is gurgling
bubbles, stones and
aliens
I’m sitting on some
old drift wood
a lost log
long gone from
his friends

I’m watching the sea
lick the sand
so careful
the water says
hello goodbye
hello goodbye

I feel like
a lost log
far gone
a tree out of sync
with the forest

I look at the shore
and imagine an elephant sinking in the
wet sand
He is curious about
what is happening
yet
ready to panic
Just
like me

Full Moons

I wish I
had a personal
documentary of all
my full moons

One month to
the next I
find myself in
different places being
a different person

I look up at
that silly white circle
and laugh
I’m so tiny
and
there is the proof

Not Yet Ram Dass

Got those
Horseshoe Bend
renderings
in my pre-frontal cortex
a mixture
of catharsis
and rapture
inspired by nature
which momentarily
makes me grasp
the concept

be here now

so hard though
for my mutated mind
to find that
significance
during my daily
lows while
walking by the potholes
and hobos offering
their distorted hands
for my coins and
they are wearing
better shoes than I

Detective

My gut is not full of
blood
but it feels
that way as
the tiny drips
of brandy
creep through
my chest hair

I’ve been a mess for
a couple seconds now
trying to get my footing

Feeling wonderful
albeit
the long walks
and poorly rolled
cigarettes are
coursing through
every part of me.

I feel like an existential
detective looking
into a mirror with no leads
to go on
Just obvious and hairy evidence

Thanks Dad

I’m waist deep in water
thinking about my father
Wondering
how many times he must
have drowned
in obligation
before he gave in
And let
The water creep into
his body knowing
it was better
To join the
rest of them..
The stoic souls
who kept quiet
and became content
and just lived for
their Family

Thanks dad
for giving me
everything you had
and everything else plus everything
And everything else

Black Lips

Got those dead sad girl eyes
pouty lips
black leggings
cross necklace
don’t care about religion outlook on
Life
Nail polish
chipping off
getting off
on the way
a silver knife
glides through
a medium rare
steak. The pink
ink leaks across
the plate and
she grins.
Such a sexy grin