these are just words
and we feel just emotions
and by the time that we perish
we will have just died

don’t listen to you
if it’s all just a story
and what he just told you-
well he just lied

all words are just words
and he’s always lying
and the dots on your skin
multiply in your eyes

no princes or princess
or sordid tomorrow
just life and your mind
and we still feed it lies

bab

recently it seems that the world has been so depressing that it’s funny;
fall is here and just like every vancouver october
obese gray clowns bleed from the sky
their essence pooling in the streets
wetting my shoes and spreading disease

i see them each morning when i walk past the mercedes that line up at the lights

the trees noticed this too
and accordingly shed flakes of flesh
to decay in the streets
they gave up for their winter
yet i’m trapped in mine

fuck illusions of happiness that are vodka club fake tan weekends
all i could ask for anymore is my off white powder grit blanket
that i’m setting in flames to tomorrow anyway

i traded my life for a list of names
three actually
within are more than a thousand names
and aliases
yet only one matters

thank you

the waves

we are the waves
we whisper at the surf
in the silence of night
and shriek at the

unfortunate fishermen
when it storms
we lift the mermaids
with all their bounty

to the jagged cliffs
where they will
meet their demise
on the vertical shore

like so many lovers
and so many of us
we breath salt
exhaling into the air

for you to feel
a mile away
and reminisce
of us the waves

Lavender

a dried sprig
gritty to the touch
crumbles instantly

weak bonds
release what’s left
of their scented soul

pungent odours
awakened by the fall
announce themselves

these grays reminisce
of a darker violet

and little the frail people
still cling to their tree

misanthrope

step one
yes i have a problem
its not anyone’s fault that the world
gives cynics a loaded gun at birth
or that book smart street art
inspires me more
than any modern hero ever could
you see
the hole in my flesh smiled
like my lips never have
when i fed it
just before i turned around
to feed you lies
these pointless points
should not be my world
but inside the glass bubble
it’s all i have left
until it turns back to sand

my 2012

the modern day philosopher
sighs through her nostrils
pays for liquor with pocket change
and refuses to whiten her teeth

late in the evenings while the world seeks it’s consciousness
she paints pictures of oceans with her words for me to drown in

i once asked her
what colour the line is between greed and what i deserve

it is the only colour that authority can see
she responded

and what about the colour that my skin will turn
when i know ive had enough

she smiled and told me that it doesn’t matter

its never enough until it’s too much
and when it’s too much
well
it’s too late

if i could just
restart again
ten year long paces back
id gladly walk the thousand miles
it took me years to track

id leave my memories behind
and start each day anew
forget each lesson that i learned
and not remember you

its always been so clear to me
how im supposed to act
yet heart eats brain,
and veins collapse
no matter how compact

so burn my bridge
and take a bow
wave me your last goodbye
im leaving now
forth east horizon
beneath yesterdays sky