June 2009
6 posts
[Poem] Ballad Of The Crestfallen Beatnik, 04.26.04
Ballad Of The Crestfallen Beatnik
I’m styling my memories with a jagged toothed comb
And translating streams of thought into watertight poems
These apocalyptic verses sound more bullshit than biblical
When I get straight to the point it always turns out elliptical
I rarely go out but when I do I’m anti-social
Passing judgment on the public that’s basically superficial
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[Poem] Katzenjammer, 10.23.04
Katzenjammer
Katzenjammer, you’ve bitten off more than I can chew.
Katzenjammer, the uninvited bedfellow straight thru late afternoon.
The titanium pillow I am under is a wild thunderstorm.
A desert stinging in my veins:
razor needles without a cactus,
vultures’ beaks without mercy.
Katzenjammer, the poltergeist who...
[Lyric] "Why Are We Laughing Now?" 01.25.02
A long forgotten, unfinished lyric about a drunken incident with my roommate on the first night of living away from home, Canada Day 2001. (I can’t under emphasize this one enough)
Where are all the fireworks?
That echo in the night
Colours of uncertainty
There is no black or white
Distant stars of magic sparkle
Fall into your eyes
All my charming mysteries
Are yours to...
[Lyric] "Semi-Desposable Love" 03.07.04
This lyric is one of a rare few that I actually performed at an open thanks to the guitar work of a friend.
Semi-Disposable Love
The simplest choices are always the hardest to change
I tune to your frequency, crackling, just out of range
Seems the further I am from your tower, the shorter the climb
Despite your perspective we both wait the same length of time
Does the size of the heart...
[Notebook] from June 2005, "Follicle Sore"
I pluck you like a mutant chest hair not like a railroad ditch rose.
I want to purge my body of this bitter decay;
Barnacles on a sunken hull like grout in my bachelor shower stall.
Unclean as an ancient sinner.
Hedonistic orgies romping in muddy pastures.
Religion is the horseshit psychoactive mushrooms flourish in.
I taste urine under my unpedicured nails.
If we should kiss, oh how...
Eureka!
I finally figured out what to do with this tumblr blog, this domain name. It’s high time I confront an old flame I’ve been avoiding. The blank page. I miss it. I miss who I am when I write. An identity that once felt foolish but now seems so essential to my existence; the poet. It’s not the poems themselves that are important, it’s the process. Through that process I hope...