another found haiku.

I should dig a hole,
to put dead ideas and seeds
where those things belong.

barges.

your love is like
a commercial freighter in Bedford Basin:
slow, yet steadily moving along the shore,
bull-headedly determined in its direction,
able to carry such heavy weight,
and easily recognizeable from afar.

an honest haiku about Alberta:

a guzzling pick-up
speeds down Calgrary Trail, and
throws dust in my face.

an addictive poem.

seems I got it made, then I begin to feel
like I'd give up all my winnings
for another chance to spin the wheel.

loving you is like drinking Bourbon in rehab.
You don't wear cologne,
but an intoxicatingly magnetic scent
of contradiction.
Swing your hammer down,
draw another line on the table,
pull me into your springtime
pole-dancing, ribbon-waving festivities.
You are a razor and I am a pale wrist.

to say you are bad for me
is to say the very least.

vertext #2.

The older I get
the more life starts to make sense
and the less I care.

vertext #1.

I pray to goodness
that I'll always be aware
and sure of myself.

Sometimes I wish we were an eagle.

The leafless tree looked like a brain
The birds within were all the thoughts and desires within me.

An eagle came over the horizon
and shook the branches with its sight
The softer thoughts: starlings, finches, and wrens
they all took flight.

The eagle looked clear through the brain tree,
emptying thoughts saved for me.
Maybe I'll make this one my home,
consolidate the nests of the tiny.

Then something struck him, wings of bone:
sweet desires and soft thoughts were all gone.
The eagle shrieked, "I'm alone!"

Well it was time to flee the tree.
The eagle snuck up on the wind, one talon at a time.
Being sky king of the sky, what did he have to fear?
All thoughts are prey to some beast.

like being 19 again.

A Silver Mt. Zion /// He Has Left Us Alone But Shafts of Light Sometimes Grace the Corners of Our Rooms
Do Make Say Think /// Goodbye Enemy Airship The Landlord Is Dead
The Azusa Plane /// Tycho Magnetic Anomaly and the Full Consciousness Hidden
Crispin Hellion Glover /// Big Problem Does Not Equal the Solution. The Solution = Let It Be.
The Orb /// The Orb's Adventures Beyond The Ultraworld
The Silver Mt. Zion Memorial Orchestra and Tra-la-la Band /// Born into Trouble as the Sparks Fly Upward
Godspeed You Black Emperor /// Lift Your Skinny Fists Like Antennas To Heaven
Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin /// Broom
The Unicorns /// Who WIll Cut Our Hair When We're Gone?
Arctic Monkeys /// Whatever People Say I Am, That's What I'm Not

thunder road.

who gives an f about an oxford comma?

me&you.

like a hunger-striker.

you said you were man who does not lack conviction,
only its intensity.
I too long for commitment and dedication,
a path as straight as an airplane's smear
across the Alberta sky,
but temptation is a lionness
and I am her impala.

improvisation skills.

songs about horses.

Beck // Farewell Ride
PJ Harvey // Horses in My Dreams
Smog // Chosen One
Smog // I Break Horses
Smog // Let Me See the Colts
Cat Power/Smog // Red Apples
Will Oldham // Horses
Will Oldham // Stable Will
Tori Amos // Beauty Queen/Horses
Q Lazzarus // Goodbye Horses
The Rolling Stones // Wild Horses
A Silver Mt. Zion // Horses in the Sky
Mogwai // I Chose Horses
Godspeed You! Black Emperor // Kicking Horse on Brokenhill
British Sea Power // A Wooden Horse
U2 // Who's Gonna Ride Your Wild Horses?
Current 93 // All the Pretty Little Horses
Tenniscoats // Horses
The Dandy Warhols// Horse Pills

Josephine.

I've lived so long with shadows, I became one of them.

Travel (till morning reputations).

the hangman’s water is often sweeter
on these western roads.

my bones shall rise up anchors,
my feet are at the threshold,
and disaster warms our sails.

irony's arrow.

sooner or later, the irony hits you like a nail through the palm
all these years of swallowing pills have led you to this point.
take one path, another.
are they not reflections of the same face
in the mirror of fate?
martydom is your best colour
and you wear it so well.
with time, you learn the meaning of obedience
painfully, remorsefully,
trying to pinpoint the day
this wicked ball of yarn may have started
to unravel.
like a widow folding her hands
you begin to acquire the grace of resignation
as if death is already behind you,
as if you have faced its glorious gates,
and returned to tell the tale.