drugstore chelsea blues

sentiments of escape (song)

these words don't forge you and me
i'm tired, expired; i've deleted sleep
windows bleed with rain and i watch them streak
warm hands won't thaw the spring inside of me

and all those lonely roads - well i've tried every mile
and all these endless nights - it just get a little tired

and who's to blame
for these sentiments of escape?
no i know i can't retrace
the steps i didn't take
and how can i
keep tumbling at this pace?
no i know i can't escape
this new houdini fate

i am cocaine and bottles filled to the brim
poison contained but watch us wash over him
it's right, don't fuss; just let us do what we must
young man, fly high across the universe

and all those lonely roads - well i've tried every mile
and all these endless nights - it just get a little tired

and who's to blame
for these sentiments of escape?
no i know i can't retrace
the steps i didn't take
and how can i
keep tumbling at this pace?
no i know i can't escape
this new houdini fate

sorry, who's calling please?

hearing your voice
over the telephone
after such a long time
made me feel like
a million cannons
just filled the sky
with the brightest flowers

life disclaimer

this is a rain or shine event
you're supposed to smile either way
the world can always do with more reverb
you're meant to take what you can get
this is a rain or shine event

kissed by the sun

on a cold day in march
i step outside the office
to discover the sun's warmth
just high enough in the sky
to peek over the condos
it showers a piece of sidewalk
with its brilliant radiance
i lean against the brick wall
tilt my head back
and close my eyes
the warmth washes over me
penetrating my eyelids
all i can see is orange
this is as close as i'll come
to feeling loved today
thankful to be
kissed by the sun

chrysalis

some days i feel like a widower
playing and replaying memories
which is pretty silly i suppose
because you are very much
still out there somewhere
living your life to the fullest
i'm just no longer a part of it
and i can never seem
to wrap my head around
the thought of us
coexisting only in the past tense
without the ability to create
new and meaningful memories
just know that you are very much
still in here somewhere
bouncing off the walls of my heart
i just can't bring myself to let you out

sat. june 16th @ downsview park

monday's are always a little more managable
when radiohead announces a new toronto date

spring cleaning may be in order

god bless her smiles
and her sightly curves
her overwhelming confidence
her
sex appeal

god bless her unwavering
commitment
to convey to me
in a single glance
that she's completely
uncommitted
and up for anything

when it comes
to this
fast-approaching
loneliness
i suppose i've no one to blame
but myself
and maybe you (of course)

hell, even if i were
to give you the night off
no - give myself
the night off rather
from you
and let her
crawl into my bed

surely she'd be almost naked
before you came into the picture
- literally

saying something along the lines of
who the fuck is that?
the girl in the photo
taped to the wall beside your bed?
you guys are all the same,
you know that?
you could have saved me the trouble
and just told me that you had a girlfriend

i'm pretty sure the door would slam
before i could even get the words out
but i don't
honestly

had she kept her last name...

i'd have forever
substituted johanna lankin
for johanna lackin' mcbain

(a poem for eric and johanna)

the good girls giveth and the good girls taketh away

you bought me a potted orchid
for my birthday
but despite my best efforts
it's dying before my very eyes
while i strum away
on my trusty martin guitar
which was a christmas gift
from another lover no less
in a different lifetime
such a fine unfinished instrument
susceptible to humidity
shrinking and cracking
just like the two of us
while the petals fall
onto the floorboards
and the fretboard
pretty soon
i suppose
i'll be all
that i have left
i guess i'll be next
to finally fall apart

stuck

where does one turn to
when one is homesick
in one's own home?

seriously?

what'd i ever do to you?

february hates my guts
she always has
every february
there's a sign on my back
that reads - kick me
especially in a leap year
when she gets one more day
to relentlessly taunt me
you suck, february
what'd i ever do to you?

cartoon encounter

i wish that god
would take his massive arms
and simultaneously
pluck us out of our separate beds
smashing us together with king kong reverence
so that we land in a crumpled mess
in a cloud of disturbed dust
somewhere in between
our respective starting places
like we were characters
in an old warner brothers cartoon
i wish he'd shake his finger at us
and say, there...that's better
there's nothing more unsightly, my children
than ungrateful lovers
now kiss and make-up already
you sillyheads

carefree, arizona

let's start to ache
we'll settle on a far off place
neither of us
are exactly sure how to get there
but we don't mind
we've always found something majestic
when it's just us
lost as fuck
making light of the darkest days
i can get through all of it
with you in my holster
let's stop to rest awhile
beside that big old cactus
aching in each others' mouths

remembering

it was so very sweet
the way you would wake me
with kisses & morning tea
i'd always go back to sleep
long enough to dream
about swaying trees
weekday mornings
just aren't the same
without morning kisses & tea
i miss your sheets

warm bass lines

my ears perk up
and my heart warms some
all these wonderful songs
how do they write them?
it's enough to make me fall apart
and start all over again
all these wonderful songs
i don't know what i'd do without them

threw me for a lupul

the maple leafs started losing
around the same time that you left me
i'm just saying, sweetie
maybe it's time you took one for the team

brunello di montalicino

today was a good day for poetry
i sure hope it had nothing to do
with the sixty dollar bottle
of vintage red wine
that i consumed
by myself tonight
that could set a costly precident
don't get any ideas
book sales aren't through the roof
it was a birthday present
of grapes stomped in a far off place
montalacino, italy to be precise
back in two-thousand and six
only i would drink it
with less than two dollars
in my pocket
shy of a special occasion
how's that for for poetic?

how many people screamed or bled in your office today?

emergency rooms
fuck me....
you couldn't write that shit if you tried
doctors and nurses
should be reimbursed for every last penny
that they put into being schooled
not to mention a sizable raise
and maybe even a real fucking uniform
for christ's sake

eleocharis dulcis with a side of reverb

i miss you too
let's trade
water chestnut recipes
and warm fuzzy chords
someday soon

the pains of being pure at recording

i can't seem to record vocals
without getting extremely animated
i need to move my body
in an almost sexual way
to really pour the words out
to push my voice into something bigger
i'm not sure if it's more embarrassing
for my dear friend, michael
who does all the engineering
or me, who does all the energetic gyrating?
needless to say
we put a lot of emphasis on first takes

honest mistakes

when i was still young enough
to attend a secondary school
i had a part-time job
down the street from my home
pumping gasoline into automobiles
at some russian-owned discount bar
whose name escapes me at the moment
i managed to get a few friends hired
which made it that much more tolerable
we'd smoke pot and play hacky sack in between cars
one day a disheveled trucker pulled in
he told me to fill 'er up with diesel fuel
trucks like that have big honking metal gas caps
not the little dinky plastic-types you see in cars
it takes several counterclockwise motions to open 'em
i did what was asked of me while he smoked a cigarette
as i was making clockwise motions to seal the deal
he yelled out, hey idiot - which tank did you fill?
what do you mean? i asked
that's the hydraulic fuel tank, you fucking moron! that's going to cost thousands of dollars to fix, my boss is going to kill me
to this day, i'm not sure if the tank was smoking
or if the driver was actually fuming at the ears
that sucks, dude. sorry - honest mistake, was all i could manage
and there i was, thinking that i'd already
heard all the swear words that there was to hear

seahorses we aren't

since that fateful night
when i first walked you home
this is the longest we've gone
without talking to each other
from my biased perspective
it certainly doesn't
feel like an accomplishment
i kinda miss you, kristen

pins and needles (song lyrics)

Am Dm G C E

(first verse)

haunting darling
love of mine
show your face again
pretty stranger
blow my mind
taste these lips of sin
lonely sinner
pass the time
wear my face again
haunting lover
no longer mine
show your teeth again

(pre-chorus)

and there is a place that we haven't looked inside
and there is a chance that has never seen the light (of day)

(chorus)

pins and needles
cracked sunrise
we look to the heavens
while we fall from the skies
pounding pavement
broken smiles
we kiss for the last time
but we love our whole lives

(second verse)

hurting angel
close your eyes
wipe those tears away
pretty creature
open your mind
let my kisses last
lonely lover
we'll be fine
wear my scars again
haunting darling
love of mine
show your face again

(pre-chorus)

and there is a place that we haven't looked inside
and there is a chance that has never seen the light (of day)

(chorus)

pins and needles
cracked sunrise
we look to the heavens
while we fall from the skies
pounding pavement
broken smiles
we kiss for the last time
but we love our whole lives

(bridge)

love our whole lives
love our whole...
don't we, dear?

fall from the skies
fall from the...
don't we, dear?

love our whole lives
love our whole....
don't we, dear?

love our whole lives
love our whole lives
don't we, dear?

fall from the skies
fall from the skies
don't we, dear?

love our whole lives
love our whole lives
don't we, dear?


(not that it would have anyways, but clocking in at 7 minutes long; this sucker will never see radio waves)

how naked is naked?

how naked is naked? said i
there's only one kind, said you
we completely disagree, said i
but nude is nude! said you
not nearly true, said i
do tell, said you
care to see for yourself? said i
double-dare you to! said you
not sure you're nearly ready, said i
sounds like a cop-out, said you
calling my bluff? said i
in the buff! said you
very clever, said i
which stage of naked is this? said you
the most basic kind, said i
parlez-vous français? said you
pardon my french, but you're practically dressed! said i
oh no you didn't! said you
care to reveal the rest? said i
now you've really lost me, said you
ready to lose even more? said i
ready as i'll ever be, said you
close your eyes, said i
closed them tight, said you
clear your mind entirely, said i
shouldn't be too hard, said you
cheeky, said i
well thanks for noticing! said you
i'm just getting started, said i

OHHHHHHH!!! said you
don't mention it, thought i

cat must have got your tongue after that

let's be parentheses

if you're looking for syntax?
then turn back

if you're hung-up on logic?
then you've got another thing coming

-my love

i'd trade all the work experience in the world
for the right kind of kisses
-aplenty

i'd give up grammar all together
for one (long) lick along your spine

let's make a fort
and never ever
come out

let's be parentheses

see you tomorrow

please
for the love of god
tell me that this is rock bottom
because i can't pretend to exist like this
for even one more day
all my cards are on the table
i call
despite knowing
that i've already lost
that this is everything i have left
and i look forward to losing
everything
when i wake up with nothing
i'll sigh
and know that i'm starting
all over again

losing it all
is all i have left

it's never felt so good to lose

tomorrow
it'll all be different

i won't bother to pick up any pieces

tomorrow

it's just me and the mirror
my eyes
will be honest for a change

to not send you roses

i liked the idea of the delivery man
finding you at your new desk
it warmed my heart to imagine your smile
when you realized that the flowers were for you
i liked the idea of new coworker envy
but in keeping my word
to fall off the face of the earth
i think i paid more in cancellation fees
to not send you roses

i miss chippy's

there are so many people
outside my front door
right now at 2:23am
whoever opened that poutinerie
is making a fucking killing
from my lack of sleep
good on them

leave your own salty solution signature on this page someday

unless you are reading this
at the very precise moment
that someone you love
has turned their back on you
don't even bother
just dog ear the page
and place it back on the shelf
amongst more deserving writer neighbours
but come back to it someday
when the pain has reached your fingertips
to the point that you can't even
find the courage to turn the page
then you might be ready to stare at it
because nothing in the world
is as real as a broken heart
and we all know it

radio silence

i think what i miss the most
is the incessant communication
all of the good mornings
the how's your day goings
all the i have something to tell yous
the i have a big surprise for yous
all the guess whats
the where are yous
all the what are you up tos
the i miss yous
all the i'm here for you, sweeties
the i can't believe it's still winters
all the goodnights
the i love yous

without it
i could die in my room tonight
and nobody would know
until my roommates
became bothered by the smell
when you would have known
in just a matter of minutes
we were that committed
to our version
of tin telephone cans
god, i miss it

mush

alaska is the only state
that can be typed
on one row of keys

if new york city
had the same
population density
as alaska
only sixteen people
would be living in manhattan

the state of rhode island
could fit into alaska
425 times

they actually have a law
that forbids the act of
tying pet dogs
to the roof
of their cars

oh, alaska
please say aint so

when it rains, it pokes holes in me with knives

when it rains
it really does pour
i spent the night with friends
of the very highest calibre
they know that i'm down and out
and they do everything they can
to put a smile on my face
god bless their hearts
i woke up in their guest bedroom
to the smell of fresh coffee
and requests for swiss chalet
hangover remedies to be delivered
we watched a comedy together
and even i managed to laugh some
god bless their massive hearts
always weary to not overstay my welcome
i thanked them and headed to the subway
when i reached my apartment
and put the key in the lock
a profound sadness came over me
i felt overwhelmingly alone
none of my roommates were home
but the backdoor was wide open
there was snow covering the kitchen floor
the house was so cold that i could see my breath
the kitchen faucet had an icicle hanging from it
i wrapped a blanket around my body
and sat down on my bed to read my email
the girl that i love more than life itself
had written to tell me that she didn't want to hear from me
i cried until there were icicles beneath my eyes
now i'm just laying on my bed and waiting
and willing the roof to cave in on me
but i know it'll most likely just spring a leak

damara

staring down another blank page
in a notebook that's seen better months
i'm in one of the better decorated bars
this side of the lit up city
the food coming from the kitchen
looks and smells so very wonderful
but i've simply no stomach for it
the art on the walls is always vibrant
and never overstays its welcome
so there's always something new
to look at between paragraphs
in this ladies and gentlemen's club
that caters to happy-go-lucky insomniacs
i know one of the bartenders some
she's the only work of art
that ever stays put
i'm thankful of that

erase me already

please know that i am trying
to get you out of my thoughts
but it is proving to be be impossible
i'm trying to respect your wishes
but i'm bound to slip up from time to time
i can't explain how bad this is for me
my body literally aches for you
waking up alone, waking up without you
is a terrible way to start the day
then i spend the rest of the it
talking myself out of
all the wonderful and creative ways
i'm coming up with to try to get you back
i hope you never have to experience this, sweetie
it has me thinking a lot about the concepts
explored in eternal sunshine of the spotless mind
i'm in a lose/lose situation
i know i need to respect your wishes
and fall off the face of the earth
but at the same time
it's so completely unnatural
to not chase after your dreams
it all feels so very wrong

a sheer thing

we were bored
out of our minds
once upon a time
luckily for us
some of the most
beautiful moments
are born out of boredom
i prompted you to your feet
and removed all of your clothing
you were giggling
and asking me what i was doing
i said, never you mind
that it was a surprise
you giggled some more
and said that you were cold
i said, not to worry
that i had a plan to dress you
laughing at my peculiarity
you said, but you just undressed me
i said, i know, silly
so that i can dress you in a different outfit
you sighed and played along
for my benefit
i said, excuse me for a moment
and retreated to the kitchen
i came back with saran wrap in hand
you giggled and said nothing
i said, don't move a muscle
i started high on your thighs
you giggled when the plastic touched your skin
and said, what do you think you're doing, mister?
i smiled and said, shhh, i'm working
i circled you ten times
you giggled with each pass
i stopped just above your nipples
gently, i used the razored edge
to separate you from the box
i stood back and said, tada!
now that's a sight for sore eyes
i dressed you in a most decadent
translucent cocktail dress
we giggled in unison
and together
we looked forward
to getting you out of it

conspicuous and fluttering flight

things have a way of catching up
and then disappearing all together
it's kind of like watching a really good film
just when you're completely immersed in the characters
and it feels as though it's about halfway through
the credits start to trickle down the screen
and you're left wondering what would have come next
where did all the beautiful cinematography go?
where did all that lovely scenery escape to?
did the heroine kiss me after all?
did i save her in the end?
and suddenly it's drafty and cold
the panic begins to set in and unnerve your soul
suddenly you are caught up in the constant act of unravelling
like a caterpillar's sixteen steps resulting in the fraying
of everything that it casually touches and passes by
inch after painfully slow inch

spin

we put a new spin
on the act on breaking-up
one that i'm especially proud
of having conceived of
we agreed that after all three
beautiful years of you and me
that we owed it to ourselves
not to let our last memory
be such an entirely sad one
so we met again with one rule
that for one night only
there would be no rules
we would embody all that
we had come to love about each other
so that's exactly what we did
we started out with japanese
eating across from each other on my bedspread
something like chopstick foreplay
we devoured courses of each others' eyes
prolonging the inevitable as long as we could
our tongues met for the very first and last time
it was nothing short of chemical magic
i removed your bra to discover vegas nipple tassels
and undressed you like a puzzle of a thousand pieces
i teased your swollen lips
and kissed your jet black fabric
i used scissors to make a precise cut
at the equator of your panties
and exposed your rare delicacy
i breathed your scent and savored it
tracing tiny circles around your rosebud
and feeling for its effect
we united in thunderous rhythms
and loved like only lovers
meant to last
could even attempt
we succumbed to each others' every last desire
and made it last for hours
i can still still taste your honey on my lips

prolonged exposure

the key to being a good lover
is less about having a bag of tricks
up your sleeveless arm
and more about spontaneity
it's miles away from locker room anecdotes
and much closer to the ability to perceive
the subtle signs she will unknowingly reveal
it's about listening and feeling
and sensing and searching
it's about selflessness
and intuitiveness
it's about creativity
and togetherness
a good lover will blow your mind
time and time again
if only you can reach in
and find a way to connect with hers
great lovers don't need instruction
they wear each other in

firehouse 99

i witnessed
my little brother
officially become
a firefighter today
i can't explain
how proud i am of him
words just won't do it justice
the good folks in markham
can sleep a little sounder tonight
thanks to the new kid in firehouse 99
i love you, brother

a southpaw's grammer

my dear friend, michael
keeps me in songs
wraps me in melodies
insulates me in reverb
and always says goodnight
through my headphones

春節

january twenty-third
six o'clock
ante meridiem
i awake
eighteen floors high
a whole year older
none the wiser
and lower than ever
with a kink in my neck
that could rival
that of the
intermediate egret
writhing in pain
i can only laugh
at the irony
on this balcony
i let cold rain
streak down my cheeks
trying to light a cigarette
i discover that
both of my lighters
can't be bothered
it's monday
it's pouring
it's my my thirty-first birthday
writhing in pain
i can only laugh
at the irony
eighteen floors up
and lower than ever before
on the day of the chinese new year

discerning scents

i wish i could have
captured your scent
bottled it
and taken it with me
everywhere that i went

lester's got bangs, baby

a heavy dose
of the human league
darvon, valium and nyquil
will leave a typewriter
lonely and uninspired

every day is like monday

today is
blue monday
they say
it truly is
the saddest
day
of the year
according
to experts
it falls on
the third monday
that follows
christmas
each and every year
this fine one
lands on
january sixteenth
be it
post holiday debt
unrealized resolutions
veiled sunlight
or the veil
you'll never
get the chance
to see
your lover wear
down the aisle
today is
blue monday
they say
it truly is
the saddest
day
of the year

not for publication

regarding this coming saturday
here's to one last kick at the can
all smiles and held hands
here's to us
even at the end

what goes around comes out your eyes

tears like these
refuse
to stop on command
not for anything in the world
so you spend your entire day
holding them back
fitting in
playing nice
doing your job
and acting as normal
as you possibly can
it's such an exhausting routine
it takes every ounce of your energy
to fight for breath
to stay afloat
you can actually pull muscles
from just trying to keep it together
and now that you're finally home
and the door is shut behind you
tears like these
refuse to stop falling
they won't rest
until seventy percent of you
has wasted away
the last drop can be painful
half water and half dirt
tears like these
are patient observers
waiting for you to thirst again
and they know you will
because you don't have a choice
tears like these
thrive on knowing
that you have to
get up
and do it
all over again
and again
and again

bleed

every time i promise myself
that i won't reach out to you
i fail so very miserably
it's so hard
to keep it all to myself
i can't see a beautiful sight
without wanting to show it to you
i can't hear a great song
without wanting to play it for you
i can't read the perfect line
without wanting to recite it to you
i can't keep my half from you
because my other half is you

glossed over me

you're the anaphora
i'm the ambiance
you are the double entendre
i am the elegy
you're the flash fiction
i'm the flat fee
you are the guidelines
i am the ghostwriter
you're the hyperbole
i'm the hook
you are the kicker
i am the kill fee
you're the myth
i'm the ode
you are the parable
i am the paradox
you're the rejection slip
i'm the satire
you are the damsel
i am the distressed

the abc's of religious intolerance

afghanistan
bosnia
côte d'ivoire
cyprus
east timor
indonesia, province of ambon
indonesia, province of halmahera
iraq
kashmir
kosovo
kurdistan
macedonia
middle east
nigeria
northern ireland
pakistan
philippines
russia, chechnya
somalia
south africa
sri lanka
sudan
thailand
tibet
uganda
us

if it can't begin with us,
how can we possibly expect
these war torn-countries
to follow suit?

no reply

a cry for help
that falls on deaf ears
is a waste of one's last breath

american beauty tips

like lester burnham
this is the highlight of my day
jerking off
without any direction from sam mendes
without so much as a boom operator
in a shower
not worthy of kevin spacey
he hopes
it's not all downhill from here
but i know better
this slope is just beginning to get slippery

bust

like a blackjack dealer
on his day off
i just don't wanna deal

current obsession: anagrams

poetry = yet pro
michael = claim he
crumpton: cunt romp
jack daniels = jack denials
vote ford = voted for (not me, i swear)
trustworthy: hurt ow tryst
orgasm = arms go
best friends = bender fists
clint eastwood = old west action
george bush junior = go bush injure gore
cocaine = oceanic
north america = macho terrain
dormitory = dirty room
a decimal point = i’m a dot in place
elvis = lives
eleven plus two = twelve plus one
butterfly = flutter by
the eyes = they see
the morse code = here come dots
sad poems = pads some
stone roses = resets soon
morrissey = semi sorry
the country side = no city dust here
conversation = voices rant on
jim morrison = mr. mojo risin'

charlière

god gave us helium
to prepare us for women
he only works
in mysterious ways
if you refuse
to see the simplicity
in his lessons
take helium for example
swallowed by a plain old balloon
it defies gravity
and you learn pretty quickly
to hold onto it for dear life
an infatuation we all develop
as tiny little children
and we refuse to let go
long after we've grown out of balloons
now that i'm a little older
i see god at work at every country fair
and every time i see a child
cry over a balloon that got away
i see a hundred men
keeping their tears to themselves
thinking just you wait
you little bastard
this is only just the beginning

fly your panties flag

in that hostel in praha
battered by the rain
we threw our privacy to the puddles
and watched our reflections
bend and bleed and blur
doused in the setting sun
in those bricks older than all of us
eroded by a world war
we favoured anything adoaptorless
and postcards stamped but pictureless
keep these untouched churches
to yourself, we thought
we'll have our cameras
stolen in sexy berlin subway cars
just to preserve that light
creeping up under the floorboards
because some things
should never be captured
ever

paint him blacklisted

maybe it's just me
but even if keith fucking richards himself
wanted me to play
in his hypothetical new band
i'd have to insist on a confidentiality clause
and i'd certainly never show him my penis

that being said, i refuse to ever get married
without "wild horses" being the song that's played
for my mine and my baby's first dance

it hardly seems fair

never date a girl with cats
unless you're into being broken up with
three times in a single night
one day you wake up
with cuddling options
and the next
you wake up alone
still just as covered in cat hair

wedding wine

i can't find you in my day-to-day
and you're certainly not
in the bottom of this bottle
believe me, i've checked
again and again
nope - not you
just wedding wine
and bits of cork
but not even real cork
because the goddamn cork trees
had to go and die or something
just like you and i
fuck it - just to make sure
i'll take one last look
wine not?

part & parcel

the cold gets in
into our bones
into our minds
and into our smiles
listlessness ensues
frigid somnolence
slows our hearts
deprives us of light
and wears us away
until we are at each other
hands clutching throats
anything to stay warm
any port in a storm
part & parcel warmth
when we dream together
we dream in summer
teeming under blankets
i'd rather freeze this winter
than hibernate beside another
not any port in a storm
just you
just us
part & parcel
at the mercy of a space heater
mr. & mrs. fuss