A Blues Poem
Seems all my days of late
Are spent in doubt
Regrettin’ what I done
Wonderin’ how to get out... more »
A Child Of
Freud’s theory that every boy wants to marry his mother and that every girl wants to be sexually
possessed by her father scares me.
Whether it’s the power of suggestion or whether grossly enough Freud was really onto something,
I’m occasionally afraid that he’s right.... more »
A Gastown Bum
I held her close to my side as we walked out of the restaurant.
The way she bounced when she stepped reminded me of a high-strung child
That I needed to keep a close watch on.
She hummed as she bounced.... more »
“I’m so sorry, ” he says again and again
The desperate crease across his eyebrows tells her he means it
She can tell he hasn’t eaten for a while... more »
Doggy-Style Behind The Octopus
I went to play mini golf with this guy I met.
I chose the Coral Sea course.
I thought the dark and the black lights might be romantic.
After a few holes, it seemed to be working.... more »
White eyes wide as we walk down Hastings.
A crowded community completely crazy.
One street houses one city’s wastings.
Here where they’re labelled unlawful or lazy.... more »
She was the youngest of 8 kids in a German Mennonite family.
She went to UBC and she teaches grade 4.
We don’t like to talk.... more »
Dear spiritual overseer,
I do not now what will happen when if I die.
I do not know if I’ve been good.
Church is crap.... more »
I could never sleep at our house when it rained.
The bedroom I shared with my sister was near the front door where an undersized tin roof was all that offered cover from the rain.... more »
I heard Newfie got shot.
And now he’s dead.
I didn’t know if I was supposed to feel bad.... more »