Thursday, April 29, 2010

recycled

of coke cans and pop tabs
a tree you shall be
recycled.
recycled
i'll be.

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

don't leave me. not yet.


checking for any vital signs of life
the bleep bleep of red on my phone.
a whole new meaning
to "the car crash hearts"
let me fix you in fourty-five.
worried sick may be the worst cliche
but as my hands shake and my legs falter
i cannot think of any other.
eyes wide
jump
at the slightest of movements.
the slightest of noises.
jump.
i'm afraid.
don't leave me.

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

as mailboxes come



as mailboxes come
mailboxes go
leaving nothing behind
but a few small crumbs
left by the mice
and the rust of a squeaky flag
to let you know
its occupied.
"do not disturb"

Monday, April 26, 2010

parametics

face blue
the centre of the target
eyes
shoot like arrows
frozen
amidst the the blurs
bluer and purpler
with each jolt
shake
shake
"wake up!"
tears flow
knees quake
earth shakes
eyes stuck open
a witness
broken
like a doll
in a crowded
shopping mall.

i hope that man lived,
for the sake of his family
and his friends.
and to the parametics.

footsteps


across my chest,
these footsteps
leave gnarled prints
of blue and purple.

Sunday, April 25, 2010

smiles


heheh gums.

another day in toronto


pretend thats me,
prancing in magicalness.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

oh deer,
















someone looks a little blue
but its not me,
so it must be you.

:available upon request

girls in a tree.
one adam,
one eve.
girls in a tree.
bad. ass.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

forlorn.


his spirituality is that of mine.

Sunday, April 18, 2010

please mr.handsome


what lovely hair you'd have/
snip/
snip.

pretense


if we pretend something for so long,

is it bound to become truth?

Saturday, April 17, 2010

teeth in my neck


look in the mirror, girl,
you,
and the rest of your species
are the smoke
that wafts
through the spaces
between trees,
and the gaps
between knees,
polluting
polluting
what all that came
before us
knew.
don't pretend
you're any better
than the juiced posion
that we are.
bite,
and let your venom spread
just like any other
innocent.

balloons for a dollar.


shocked faces

screaming faces

smiling faces


all with a hint of surprise.
happy birthday.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

ps; don't cry


we could be in love;
we could be married.
and you'd write me lovenotes daily.

not quite the same.

Monday, April 12, 2010

that dear old chair


stuck in its misery
reckless abandonment
take me, i'm free.
free range
free dent
free dom.

Sunday, April 11, 2010

you're over reacting and he's under reacting




the balance our species creates

between female and male

a cliche

and a type

(stereo)

but a generalization:

a working equation

that our humanity can live by.

over think and under

to react or the lack

a test we take

never to fake

a response as real as this one.

i saw god cry




How cruel is the golden rule?When the lives we lived are only golden-platedAnd I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for meAnd though I carry karats for everyone to seeAnd I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemiesAnd all the lovers with no time for meAnd all of the mothers raised their babiesTo stay away from meTongues on the sockets of electric dreamsWhere the sewage of youth drown the spark of my tearsAnd I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me (too heavy for me)And though I carry karats for everyone to see (everyone to see)And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemiesAnd all the lovers with no time for meAnd all of the mothers raised their babiesTo stay away from meAnd pray they don't grow up to be me

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

girl in a tree


an owl, a squirrel
a woodpecker too.
we all live together
and take turns in the loo.

Monday, April 5, 2010

fog

fog with me
blur the edges
fade the lines
and borders
that contain us.
fog with me
get lost
in my eyes
lose your way
all the paths
smeared together
with no way back.
fog.

clear your mind.
leave it behind.

mrrrow.

Laughing gas won’t make you laugh.
these jumbled words, you speak
of writing tea
and sipping
philosophy
with but one cube of sugar.
And then one day
we float away
on rafts of
roses white,
“Paint them red!”
she mumbles soft
in a booming voice
she screams.
and your regrets follow me.
Puzzle pieces tied
with the lashes of your eye
to the beds of my toes.
Balloons on your wrists,
pulling pulling
up towards the grassy sky
sink in the soil:
your feet.
Feet of trees,
eyes lemon yellow,
Birds fly beneath my feet.
Yet all that’s left
is the fading grin
of the frowning
Cheshire.