Monday, December 19, 2016

Youth Things

Hanging out all night
With kids you just met
Then sleeping together without sex

Jumping the walls
Into a construction zone
Just to take a pee

Driving into a city
You've never been
Without a map

Listening to a new song
Constantly for three days
Until it is a part of you

These are things
Only youth can do

Thursday, December 1, 2016

Sad to Think

Sad to think
We'd have climate change licked
If killer drones gobbled CO2
As easily as they take lives

Sad to think
We'd have less racism
If we separated people into Vanilla, Chocolate, and Mixed
And put them in separate bubbles
Where they could hate people like themselves

Sad to think
We'd even out inequality
If we supported everyone
So they could grow healthy and strong
Fulfilled by contributing to a better society
Instead of crushed competing for a better economy

Sad to think

Thursday, November 10, 2016

A GREAT Nation

Make America GREAT again


Mission accomplished
As any minority will tell you
There was no need

America never stopped being GREAT

Wednesday, November 9, 2016

Black Bolt Beauty

Japanese high school girl
Ran through the morning commute
Leather gym bag clearing paths
Ponytail flashing a rebuke
Then was gone

When the Earth Shifts

When the earth Shifts
Under your Feet
It Means
It is Still There

When everything you Built
Falls to Pieces
It Means
Build Stronger

When the earth Shifts
Under your Feet
It Means
You find Yourself

Friday, October 14, 2016

Gold Day Night

The only work that gets done
On Friday night trains
Is watching neon stations
Drift in then out of view
Across your own face

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 their 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
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

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

Tuesday, May 31, 2016


In the morning train
Plain Jane sleepy Japan
Sat across from me
In her funeral suit
And painted herself
Into the office hotpot
By the time we reached Osaka
A complete erasal
Of all she was

Monday, April 11, 2016

The Unread

The Age of Uncertainty
Cours de linguistique générale
Sit heavily on my bookshelf
Mocking and taunting me
Calling me
Coward and cretin
For not reading them
In so long

Tuesday, March 29, 2016

春の川俳句 Spring River Haiku


In the spring river
Turtles floating lazily
Over the garbage

Sunday, March 20, 2016


Only one in a suit
First day teaching at a new uni
Only one not in a suit
PhD graduation ceremony

Pierre Bourdieu's habitus DOES exist
Encircling and excluding us all

Saturday, March 12, 2016

How To Write Poetry

I know as much
About how to write poetry
As I understand why
So many never write a word

Tuesday, March 8, 2016


The hardest friends to lose
Are the ones that outgrow you

Wednesday, February 24, 2016

Why I love Trump

The Ump, Bump, Chump, Clump of Hair, Dump, Frump, Flumf, Gump, Hump, Jump, Krump, Lump, Pump, Plump, Rump, Sump, Stump, Thump, Wump

A perfect name
For any poetically inclined
To praise or raze
Or for the protagonist
Of a newly discovered
Dr Seuss book

Tuesday, February 16, 2016

Lonely, Horny

Why create life
Lonely, Horny
Why make acids & lipids
Lonely, Horny
Why brave hell
Lonely, Horny
Why make harpies cry
Lonely, Horny
Why leave Menelaus
Lonely, Horny
Why invade Troy
Lonely, Horny
Why give an ear to Roxanne
Lonely, Horny
Why get married
Lonely, Horny
Why cheat
Lonely, Horny
Why get divorced
Lonely, Horny
Why watch porn
Lonely, Horny
Why remarry
Lonely, Horny
Why create life
Lonely, Horny

Allah Ackbar

When a person
Yells Allah Ackbar
As the hospital
Where their child lays
Is bombed by fighters
This does not mean
They are a terrorist
It means
They are a terrorized

When a person
Yells Allah Ackbar
As the hospital
Where their child lays
Is bombed by fighters
This does not mean
They believe god alone is good
It means
They know man can be evil

Monday, February 8, 2016

Barbie Dolls

I used to think
Ken and Barbie
Cockless wonder
Sexless fairy
Their shiny dead eyes
Rictus scar smiles
Were so inaccurate
Till I realized
They are married

Nowhere Fast

An unmuffled Porsche
Is just what you need
To get the fifty meters
Between stoplights
Here in Japan

Wednesday, January 13, 2016


Sometimes as night
Is turning to morning
I feel your tiny pink hand
Creep into my wrinkled old one
And I forget
That life is suffering