Tired this late
When slow songs permeate
Deep into starry nights silent shadows
Pillows and nets
With weighted down blankets
Millions of tiny little hallows
Divine the time
Pick up the books and rhyme
Button up shirts and collar tied bows
Be gone my lad
Fear not the fading fad
Illuminated night a star still glows
Shaved
Showered
Ejaculated
Fresh
Morning sunshine
Naked skin
Cool breeze
Trees
Soak
Help
Sweep
Scrub
Part
Pick
Pull
Proud
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
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..
Gravitation like centrifugal force
Pulls its weight inward
Sinking ships and attracting comets
Similar to love; laws of attraction
Within this game of wheels and barriers
Around this ball of burning flame
Sinks the demon you’ve played again
Round and round and dig much deeper
The efforts there, aside the sticks
Counting pegs like cribbage pricks
Blowing out the energy within
This is the game; lead from within
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.
Down by four goals
One period to go
It was less than ten minutes
That got you right here
You win with a heart
Take charge with desire
Skate till the end
That’s how you’ll win
People loose hope
People have lost hope
People have jumped on
Bandwagons are strong
All comes to show you
What support and strength
You’ve got behind you
To take down this battle
Keep the faith
Keep your stick on the ice
Lordy lordy lordy
Kick some ass in the race!
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
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
Today is the day
Or tomorrow, maybe
It’s hard to tell
With all this excitement