up and away.

September 4, 2013 § Leave a comment

All things considered, I suppose Winnipeg is not a bad city. If my priorities were different or if I were more easily satisfied or if I didn’t mind spending my days wasting away in the summer sun and wasting some more hours in a cabin at Lake Winnipeg, then perhaps I would feel more at home. But my priorities surpass the width and length of this little town and I am easily bored by the yellow sea of wheat and canola that lie beyond the city limits and stretch across the horizon to greet the baby blue sky.

I don’t know why I went to California. I had perfectly polished answers to satisfy the skeptical people who looked strangely at me when I told them that I was going alone; like silver and gold to bribe them and keep them from asking the loaded questions I knew I wouldn’t be able to answer. I told them I wanted to meet the family I had living down there (which, if I had to admit, was one of the reasons I got up and left) and that I needed to go away in the lull between the end of my summer class and the beginning of the fall term at school (which was also good for me). In all honesty, I had the money and I had the opportunity so I grabbed it and ran for the hills. There was hardly any deliberation. No second thoughts. Just luck and nerve and a gross accumulation of subtle desperation that threatened at any moment to explode.

I suppose I was bored.

I suppose I was feeling adventurous.

I suppose I just felt like reminding everybody and myself that the things I live for lie further beyond the city limits than the farms of wheat and canola.

Virtual Reality

August 13, 2013 § Leave a comment

 

If it isn’t a pathetic fallacy,

It’s a paradox.

The blind man walks

Alone; the sun shines quite bright

Though in his eyes, it is night.

The couple on the park bench

Is engulfed by red roses’ stench.

Tell her a secret, she’ll tell

You a lie and everybody fell

Like Jack and Jill or like

The sniveling asshole riding his bike

On the cobblestone path

Along green grass and angry bushes’ wrath

Do not contain your excitement

This is no poem; there is no enticement,

No beauty, no passion

Just a ramble in a rhyming fashion.

Jack’s struggling because he’s dyslexic,

And Jill’s a little white lily; she’s anorexic.

He tries to read a book, propped on a pillow

While she pretends to lunch under a willow.

Don’t be jealous that they’re so perfect

In a world of perfect defects

If that ain’t a paradox, then what is?

Good, then seal it with a kiss

Because I’m telling the truth, and it’s all

Bordering something a little political.

There he is again, the blind man

And the hot air balloon’s flying as high as it can

It’s as blue as the sky

Which is as blue as blue dye.

Now she’s telling a secret and

You’ve told her a fib; hypocrisy never ends

Its willful reign over a happy world

The biker’s smoothes his disheveled blond curls.

 

Welcome to virtual reality.

 

 

fuelled by my hate for Academia.

August 10, 2013 § Leave a comment

Lonely words on paper sing

Black ink sways to and fro

I staple the sheets to hand them in

At nine o’clock tomorrow

 

Lonely words on paper sing

Praises of a higher kind, although

These fall off their papery wings

Down they spiral, down they go

 

And hell it burns these wondrous things

Lonely words on paper lie

So for their errors, for their sins

Consumed by flame, their praises die

Under the Light of Fireflies

August 4, 2013 § Leave a comment

Do me a favour and close my eyes

So I can dream ten thousand dreams

Under the light of fireflies

 

When the sun in all its glory lies

Nighttime rips the skylit seams

Do me a favour and close my eyes

 

Cursed wine dribbles as I sigh

Down my lips, it forms a stream

Under the light of fireflies

 

I treasure silence over desolate ‘whys’

As it speaks not of wicked schemes

Do me a favour and close my eyes

 

Stars shine daggers at my demise

Shadows grieve; they weep, they scream

Under the light of fireflies

 

Life will live until it dies

And stains these sheets so white as cream

Do me a favour and close my eyes

Under the light of fireflies

an ambivalent haiku.

July 4, 2013 § Leave a comment

I wish I could fly

Like a bird in the blue sky.

I’d jump off a cliff.

haiku for alandra.[hprp]

June 28, 2013 § Leave a comment

Alandra likes books

And treasures peace and quiet.

Shake her pretty world.

haiku for ashton. [hprp]

June 26, 2013 § Leave a comment

Ashton is a boy

Who lives for adrenaline.

Sleep well little bird.

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