Monday, September 26, 2016

A Peaceful Spot

There's a spot in space
Out by LaGrange 4 or 5
Balanced between moon and earth
Where it is impossible
To think of god or country
Where war and strife
Fall from you into the sun
Like an applecart rolling downhill
Where eye and heart are filled
By a blue silver colossus
Where others cease to exist
And only sisters and brothers remain

We need to find this spot
Pass each and every one through it
On our way to the stars
A cosmic baptism into
A true space race

Monday, September 19, 2016

My Ancient Stories

Have I spent too long
In this Country of Mice down the hole
Where my sandwich rolled long ago
Drinking sake and eating rice cakes
Made by mouse hands
The smaller treasure box my gift


Have I strayed too long
In this undersea kingdom
With my mermaid princess
Holding my youth in a box
No way home save a turtle's back
Too slow to see alive anyone I knew

Have I lounged too long
On this Demon's Isle
Arrogant in my belief
That no warrior will arise from a peach
Rouse the dogs, pheasants and monkeys
To drive my kind from this Land of Gods


I believe I have
But how would I know
When I am but a character in the story






Sunday, August 21, 2016

Never Saw Gord Live

Never saw Gord live

First Hip gig
Too busy working
Convenience store twelve to eight
Getting robbed
Thereafter
Stuck in Newfoundland
Grad school, two jobs
Teaching in Asia
(No jobs in Canada)

My work at odds with music

The Hip was a Canadian luxury
You who saw many times
Are richer than you know
Us too poor to see
The saddest song
Gord never wrote

Thursday, June 23, 2016

Silence Thirst

I am dying for a drop
Of silence

I need
To hear the thrum
Of my own engine
To put my finger
In the broken dam
Of media
To step back
From the deep chasm
Of other people
To be alone
Instead of just
Feeling alone
I long to hear
Clouds creeping and grass growing

O quiet land of birth
I am coming soon

Thursday, June 16, 2016

American Question

The question for Americans is no longer
Are you willing to die for your country
And for freedoms you hold dearer than life
But rather are you willing to die in your country
For freedoms others hold dearer than life

Friday, June 10, 2016

Brock Turner

Little did you think
When you grunted
"I'm fucking this bitch UP"
You were talking more
About your own priveleged life
Than your momentary soiling
Of a much better human being

Friday, June 3, 2016

Trans Gender

Transgender
Is not being lost
Between two sexes
It is beyond the binding blinding
Binary of pink and blue

Dividing people up
Into male and female
Straight or gay
Is like drawing a rainbow
With a two colour pencil

If you force people to choose
Between blue ball over downward triangle
Or pink ball over upward triangle
Don't act surprised
Over where they s(h)it