Tuesday, July 3, 2018

Tanabata Morning Coffee

Little boy
Is off to preschool
Eyes shining
As we tied his wishes
To the Tanabata tree
In the foyer

His mother
Off in dreamland
Forgot to give us string
To tie his wishes up
So I used a hairclip
I found on the floor

I sit
Back at home
Enjoying a cafe au lait
Made from his leftover milk
The exquisite taste
Of my wishes come true

Sunday, June 17, 2018

Come From Aways

Hello America
This is Newfoundland
Remember me?

When your people
Ran from terror
Refugees on the tarmac of Gander
We took you
Come From Aways
Fed you
Let you sleep in our beds
Kept families together

Now
When your own neighbours
Knock at your door
You rip babies from their mama's teat
Tell the old nazi lie
Of taking them to the showers
Put them in cages
In the old Wallmart

You are not the country
We thought you were

Sunday, January 28, 2018

Gymnast Eyes, Doctor's Hands

I always thought
Seeing the graceful and strong beauty
Of American gymnasts
The red, white, and blue
Blurring as their bodies cut through space
And showed what the human form is capable of
There was sadness in those women's eyes

I thought
Maybe they regretted losing childhood
To trainings and competitions
Putting aside romance, family, children
For gold, silver, and bronze
Putting their body through trials
That stopped their flow of life-giving blood

It was not sadness
In those gymnasts' eyes
Who gave all willingly for the prize
It was fear
Disgust and loathing
Black anger
At a pestilent doctor's hands

Sunday, January 21, 2018

Burning Horizon, Ivory Tower

Born of the Wilderness
I appeared in my roughhewn dress
Fumbled around the Gates of the City
Taught myself their Words
It wasn't pretty
Now I speak the forked tongue of the Lords
Cause Pens are much cheaper than Swords

Now is the Hour
There's a new Ivory Tower
They made just for me
But while I was walking there
They pulled down three
It's given me quite a scare
I wish I had been more aware

Don't expect a denouement
This is just my announcement
I have staked my life on
This outdated game
The Burning Horizon
Approaches the same
Stars returning as night came

Now the question I ask
The nature of my task
To be apart but connected
Repay the People's trust
Till things stand corrected
Hack away at this Engine's rust
Till I and this tower are dust

When the Burning Horizon
Meets the Ivory Tower
All you can do
Is question its power

Thursday, November 23, 2017

Under Blue Sky, Friday Morning, Japan

Fat idle parking attendant
Feeds vinegar chips to bar strip pigeons
Before the lunchtime nightime rushes

Two year olds in pink camo hats
Peer at commuters from an elephant wagon
Pushed by preschool teachers

Hatted masked toilet woman
Scrubs one shiny station urinal
As I lazily piss into the neighboring one

Chic manicured business woman
Writes New Year's cards with a designer pen
In the green express train seats

Under Blue Sky, Friday Morning, Japan

Wednesday, November 1, 2017

How To Make A Girl Smile

I saw you girl
Don't think I didn't
Beautiful young person
Standing opposite me
In the morning train

Doors opened
You saw a seat empty
A place to rest
Early morning make up & heels
Hesitated as I moved too

Just another old man
Making me wait
Putting me in my place
You must have thought
Giving up on comfort

I saw you smile
Don't think I didn't
As I swept past
To another seat at the far end
In the morning train

Wednesday, October 25, 2017

This Fermi Life



I don't remember great grandfather Gilbert
Just a photo from Them Days
Dated 1971
When I was a mouth and two feet and hands

You went your way
I'm going mine
I hope we meet each other somewhere down the line

Nan and gramp
Warmed and coloured my youth
In frozen Labrador
We were adults together
Only one afternoon
In the Duckworth Cafe

They went forward
I stayed back
I hope we meet each other somewhere down the track

Leo, I love you
With every fiber, every atom
I will stay as long as I can
Enjoying every second of overlap
In this Fermi life