To you who hides your face,
Sitting on cardboard
Asking for change, with your cardboard sign
Is it change you want? Or coins?
I am frustrated by your lack of motion-
Sometimes there is the puppy eye,
The sleeping angel,
The cardboard cut out, tent
Sometimes there's rocking,
I've also heard bothered screams.
What is the condition of your heart?
Where are all your dreams?
Do you have a mental or intellectual condition?
Did someone let you go? I am here to listen, don't you know, don't you know.
The organization giving out blankets- stopped- it was covid, and they did not know you do not wear socks, and it is forecast to snow.
Don't lite that pipe! Stop using needles!
With all the things you do, it's hard not feeling sorry for you.
But 'sorry' is certainly not the best action, in this situation-
Some people speak kindness and hope and civil unsatisfaction.
'Cause the way things are,
Is deserving of reaction.
Those drugs are dirty,
And I seek revenge,
for two of my neighbours,
And one of my friends.
To see a city, you must walk,
Each neighborhood inviting
And areas, like waterfronts,
Give reasons for delighting.
To stroll the streets, check out the stores
And people watch, together
With sampling the local wares
Works well in any weather.
But when the sun is shining and
It's not too hot or cold,
It's great to be a tourist
With reality on hold.
We wore our soles out and for sure,
Tomorrow we will suffer
But motivation in a place
Like this just makes us tougher.
Swesish Saga
Gerda left Sweden with an odd liking for turnips.
She claimed hard labor ruined her hands.
She hated her father.
Fritchof walked like an ex-sailor.
He had a vein-blue tattoo on his left hand.
He once sailed the Red Sea and grew a mustache.
They met in Vancouver. A brown wedding oval preserves
her stiff upper lip, his doubting earnestness.
She made him smoke his after-dinner cigar
in a corner where he taught me chess.
On the morning he died my mother removed the half pint
of Jim Beam from his bed-table drawer.
Gerda now reads the Bible to her son.
He is 50 and masturbates in the tub.
They go to faith healers.
He has actually seen the Devil!
There was a strange dame in Vancouver
who insisted on being a hoover.
She sucked in much dust
till her health went bust
and the council had to remove her.
Canada, land of good
manners, polite people
until we lose the Cup
and angry crowds of testosterone
go wild
burn cars and porta-potties
hurl bottles, bricks,
street signs and threats
at lines of riot masks
and batons ready
for adrenaline
almost as high
as that elusive win
Morning light comes passing by way too soon
then the cold breezes blow and up is the moon.
Chilly frost lives through the day, months and years
Nocturnal animals at night you hear.
But do not fear, thus the maple leaves fall.
And as I gaze at the late midnight hail
through my windows, I can see people quail;
clearly hear their deep sensational cries
till it echoes the empty street and dies.
I know they fear - see the maple leaves fall.
Night passes, there goes the sun slowly arise,
the sleeping state wakes, and watches the bat flies.
Men shut their huts; crawls by the fireplace,
leave alone, the glassy path, bitter space.
Winter again, and the maple leaves fall.
Vancouver's a private reference and it's not really about Canada as a whole, just one
experience regarding the aforementioned. Shh!
Schwein Fleisch vs schweinefleisch. As two distinct words it literally means "pig skin" as
one word it means "pork". I mean it as two distinct words so that it can tie in with
"pound of flesh". I was going to have "haut" but apparently "schweinhaut" is actually a
surname. Oh those unlucky few who roam the world as Mr and Mrs Pig-Skin! :(
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Vancouver
Chasing rainbows along horizons
Is insane. Clear misunderstanding.
You left the city and your pound of flesh.
Schwein Fleisch.
We were young, laughing and colliding
Corrupt to the claws. We were
Writing endlessly, listlessly and so
Apologetic. Pathetic fallacy
The downpour flooded the chalk into grey.
Of course we wrote about you.
Reviews were decadent and ego-manipulating.
We were akin with it. The world was always a
Spectrum of amazing.
Had to run.
Through the rainbow with
Your look of Old Nick.
No explanation.
Schwein Fleisch.
February 16, 2010
Raindrops glisten on the trees,
Sparkling in the morning sun
Soft, sweet spring air –
Is it truly February?
Gentle little Crocuses, purple and pink
Awake so early, so brave, so eager!
A few towering Daffodils shining yellow
Stand proudly, daring winter’s touch
This year no whooshing down
Inviting slopes iced in white
Treks through crunchy snow replaced
With soggy walks in fields of green
Cherry blossoms exploding into
Dazzling pink before our eyes
Where has Jack Frost gone we wonder?
For we see no sign of him.
Athlete kabob meat to skewer
Olympic games meet the sewer
Those ratings too flat
Create new dangers that
Pander to the TV viewer
Vancouver
the most beautiful city on earth
that's where I am from
where the beaches stretch out against the backdrop of
verdant undulating mountains that seemingly touch the warmth
of the gradient coloured skies
this is the place I call my home
born and bred
nurtured and fed
and my loyalty lies with this patch that exists as a
microcosm on this spinning ball that we call earth-
I don't want to be anywhere else
I love the seasons as summer melts into fall
fall melts into winter and winter melts into spring
Vancouver
the most beauatiful city on earth
that's where I am from.