Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Unstable Life

Life is unstable
Like some theoretical particle
Unobservable, changed if looked at
Constant in its inconstancy

Life is unstable
Like some war zone
Destroying in seconds what took years to build
Sending families fleeing into the night

Life is unstable
Like that first flicker of love
That explodes into red tinged nights
Or winks out some cold blue morning

Life is unstable
Like a city toppled by shaking earth
Washing homes and lives away in a cold flood
Reducing great halls to timbers

Life is unstable
Like life itself
Bubbling up from nothing
To take that first step from ocean to land

Sunday, December 25, 2011

Christmas Day Cat

In frozen sunshine
I carried flowers to the lake
Where I met an orange feline
Who cried and mewed
And put his paw
On my scuffed leather shoe

I heard his pitiful need
Saw his scarred stray face
But had nothing to feed
I drove up the lake road
To a brimming store
Hurried back with a load

Between my shoes the cat ate ham
As I sat on a bench
And thought how lucky I am
That I have when he has not
And at Christmas time
I could share what I got

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Christ Like

That white Toronto Christmas
I dined with my rich aunt
Who gave me fancy bourbon chocolates
To rich for me to eat
As I trudged to the subway after
I met a man sleeping in the street
Who begged me for a loon or a toon

I gave him some coins
Then turned again and said
You want these fancy bourbon chocolates?
I got them from my aunt
Top class fancy things
You can have them if you want
He took them and ate

I don’t feel close
To Christ as saviour
Or as son of god
But sometimes I feel
Close to that carpenter
Whose only wish was to heal
What was wrong with the world

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Fictional Fathers

I built this all for you
This star of death
This empire too
I’ve paid in blood
Lost half my hide
So we could rule side by side

Father left me all this
Enemies and racist dwarves
Our land of darkness
And when I am gone
I pass on everything
Making you the hermit king

Monday, December 19, 2011

Winter's WIsh

I hope no one's burning in hell
I don't think it serves anybody right
Just wishing we could all get along well
And stop this useless fight

Sunday, December 18, 2011

On Misogyny

Women rise up
When they splash acid in your face
Because you refused their advances
When they chop off your fingers
For going to school
When they beat you with sticks
For letting your hair down
When they whip you
For driving a car
When their laws don’t protect you
Against any of these
Rise up
Do not lay down
Do not let them lay you down

Men rise up
When your brother throws acid at women
Disown him
When your uncle takes away her writing
Turn him out
When your son beats her with a stick
Beat him with a stick
When your father uses a whip on her naked back
Snatch it from his hands and whip his face bloody
When your laws are broken and let her suffer
Mend them as you would a fence or the net you need to live
Men rise up
Women gave you birth
Do not let your brothers give her death

Friday, December 16, 2011

When The Shine Comes Off

Birthday cake waits in the fridge frosted
Downy flakes turn greasy where the wipers crossed
You go first, I bring the bags
Of useless things and colorless rags
Life started the week in this room
This is where life ends it

When the shine comes off it
You’ll never look at it the same again
Love deepens from a chain to a ring
When you give all that’s all you lose

Tired doctor from faraway lands
Fingerprints on eyebrows from his bloodied hands
I lead you away clutching your purse
Containing a jewel greater than this world’s worth
This movie started in color
Now the only one left is red

When the shine comes off it
You’ll never see it the same again
Love hardens from a pearl to a ruby
When you give all that’s all you lose

We roll out to the ocean
Where the grey waves crash and run
Leave mother’s car cradled into a snowdrift
You lead me to the end of the cliff
Don’t need hats or coats
When inside is colder than out

When the shine comes off it
You’ll never see it the same again
Love softens from colors to grey
When you give all that’s all you lose

24 hours later at my family’s place
No one knows sees anything behind the smile on your face
It’s none of their business anyways
This family of two is where it will stay
The greatest gift we have is each other
We’ll keep giving until the end

Haiku Haiku

Perfect poetry
When inspiration is low
Or there is no time

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Veiled Haiku

Wrap your face in black
Windows of the soul enlarged
Humanity shrunk

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Ode to Marshall MacLuhan

Literary agnost from the empty plains of Winnipeg
Charged by criticism at Cambridge
To take the husk of English departments
Give birth to the new Muses
Media Studies
Cultural studies
Communication studies
Global studies

Married to your mechanical bride
Shine a light bulb on hot and cold running media
The genius scouts shone their spotlight on you

Your exile was natural
For years you wandered
Reduced to a soundbite on medias and messages
Casual viewin' head buried in the sand
Martyr and messiah of this critical age

Now you come into my classroom
Of kids whose heads are filled
With kanjied propaganda and Hello Kitty brainwashing
Open their lids slowly to the signs around them
Seeing for the first time messages
In TV and radio
In chopsticks and forks
In skirts and pants
In the worlds and words that bind them

Thank you

Friday, December 9, 2011

Ode To Crowded Morning Trains

O morning people
Crammed in with me
That I grind into
While being ground into

Fathers who never kiss their wives
Mothers who never hug their kids
Children who never say ‘I love you’
Hold up strangers
While being held up

I tower above you
You huddle around me
Penguins around a seal
Ants around a mantis
Tree amid the bushes
Growing in the same earth

The ride would be longer
The ride would be lonelier
Without you

On Childlessness

With all the children
In the world

Being used or killed
Being used to kill

In the grand scheme
Us not having kids
Is no great tragedy

It is our little one

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Economies of Thought

Europe swirls around the drain
As America cries out in pain
When their tickertapes come to rest
Will we see the fallen West?

The start of Asia’s hundred years
Realization of a hundred Chinese fears
Between Bear claws and Bull horns
A new world will be bloodily born

Before we rail at Oriental specters
We’d best our own vampires hector
Those who suck the people’s lifeblood
Dried up society’s investing flood

We ourselves asked for trouble
When we set our hopes on bubbles
If in Mammon we blindly trust
We chain ourselves to booms and busts

Perhaps the change from yin to yang
Is fitting for us the Damned
If the East is equally cursed
They could hardly fuck things up worse

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Jetlag Hero

Here I am
Body still shaking from the plane
Soul still there
Walking the contrail my meatsack left
ETA before the weekend hopefully
Soulless I still go to work
Students hopefully will not know
That though my flesh stands before them
My sprit’s toes sift sand on Manly beach
And spirit eyes watch the sea and tanned youth