Slow down ol’ ground up meat
Roll along the system of sultry
Hope the sands crawl slower
May every whistle blow quieter
Along the restless matches
Slowly burning the translucent time
Gaining a rhyme against the moon
Thundering down the grassiest slopes
A rolling begins to sway this tune
Category: raw
Cool Me Off (day 29)
A slaying, deep in blood
Boils every inch of my desire
Leaves me shaking and
Grinning and
Excited
Please ensure you
Leave me room
To..
Belligerrence (day 27)
Your horrific display
Of blood and glass
Disturbs my soul
Like never before
The gas that came
Cars you turned
Fights you started
Shirts you ripped
Police you cursed
Stores you looted
Fires you ignited
Vegetation you killed
Fans you threatened
Windows you smashed
Team you hazed
Fun you ruined
City you destroyed
Disgrace you activated
Disgust you instilled
Crime you committed
Shame you should now live with
For the rest of your life
One nights actions
Shall tarnish your name
~I have written this in the aftermath of the riots that I witnessed and photographed in Vancouver after the Canucks lost to the Boston Bruins in game 7 of the Stanley Cup finals.
Stress (day 25)
One more to go
No, I forgot about you
That makes three
Oh, one more will do
So to struggle through this
I’ll have three more to go
Then after that’s done
I might have time to nap
That’s only if it goes quick
If I keep focused and get through
Then maybe I’ll be ok
Have a little time to kill
It would be nice to take a walk
One of these days
One of these days
I’ll have time for a walk
Gnawing (day 24)
Rooted deep within all circles of evil
Crawling on all fours for much better grip
Lurking with anticipation for a glimpse of weakness
The eye of the beholder is critically acclaimed
Soap and suds and weakness of knees
Sprinkled with the disaster of planned picnics
Try the harlequin approach; matted and mixed
Speak of the devil, sins approached epic; unheard
Socialize, civilize, advocate, demonize
Restate the obvious for clandestine passengers
Gargle the soul out from under the skies
Reign down your thunder with an eclipse and blunder
The days parade has slid away quietly
Marching bands stopped for swill; a plunder
Phallic imaginations carrying symbols
You’re young, your day will soon come
At First (day 19)
Lay awake, in bed, in desires unknown
Thinking about all the love you’d have
Nonsense you laugh, roll over again
Struggling to dig yourself in
Succeeding at rumpling all of your sin
Between your legs in folded disarray
Crying, the notes of anger reach your ears
Somebodies playing games with the time of day
Somebodies turned on the lights of this morning
Scream my daily sins, scream my cover at night
albatross, albatross, albatross rock
albatross, albatross, albatross rock
Step move floor get start go.
Creek lurch groan yawn
And reach for the sky in an outstretched embrace
And breathe in and out and in and out
To know, believe, dream, excite
To love, to keep, to be is indeed
A Singular Hurt (day 17)
Shit
I
Just
Cut
My
Self
To bad for those cross-stitching hippies running around with dull blades lookin’ for smoking tobacco
Tit For Tat (day 16)
I’ve been robbed, so then shall I rob
I’ve been choked, so then shall I choke
I’ve been caressed, so then shall I caress
I’ve been guided, so then shall I guide
I’ve been birthed, so then shall I birth
I’ve been cut, so then shall I cut
I’ve been rung, so then shall I ring
I’ve been called, so then shall I call
I’ve been slapped, so then shall I slap
I’ve been raped, so then shall I rape
I’ve been blessed, so then shall I bless
I’ve been reminded, so then shall I remind
I’ve been kissed, so then shall I kiss
I’ve been poisoned, so then shall I poison
I’ve been tickled, so then shall I tickle
I’ve been murdered, so then shall I murder?
Burn the Evidence (day 15)
Loosely I gloss over dusty pages laid to waste in the molding sun
Counteract, balance, organize, destroy
Cherishing all the curves that come with the letters
Anarchy among the lines portraying organization in ruins
Shred my evidence that leaves its beauty mark
Among the leafs of forgotten memoirs
Along the memories of forgotten penmen
Rolling (day 11)
Exciting elaborence of twisted tangles
Following the rivers of nostalgia and indulgence
Tampering the side effects of sickening reverence
Slide. Slide with it and glide.
Divine, prosper and prophecize with siblings
Ranting and raving at disgruntled earthlings
Disgusted with the forgotten underlings
Roll. Roll with it and glide.
Take your time and flick the coward
Maybe the disturbance will move forward
Laughing and following and lack of regard
Heavy. Heavy with it and glide