fall

the leaves fall to the ground
as I'm leaving the room
they fall so delicately
that's what I think
then she said it
for all you fans out there
she looked at me and said
let's do it
let's make one
I'm not ready
comb my hair
don't shave
I want one
but how long will it take
a fortune
a penny
a minute
try five
this all balances out
well, it does in my mind
make the book
the savant is here
drink all your coffee
turn it into beer
she whispers one more time
as I ride down memory lane
let's make one she says
lets make one
one question I ask
are we in yet?
next May

the genius II

the genius woke up on the floor
it was his office
with some chairs and a phonograph
listening to Dylan, tearing a way out of the player
full blast, loud, space consuming
he could feel the vibrations
trembling on the floor
he sat up and thought about his plans for the day
he woke up, which was lucky because
because
he drank half a bottle of peppermint schnapps
he smelt funny
no shower in a couple days
he was conserving smoke and soap
that was what he thought he was doing
then he sneezed
and it went into the air
and annie bay smelt it
she looked at him
and smiled
smells like chicken
the genius cooked chicken
oh annie bay, he thought
he was henry
where he laughed at those days
this makes sense in the genius way

instinctively five years

I never been to Heaven'
but I heard stories about it
it changes its form every 5 years supposedly
year one was orgasms
lots and lots of orgasms
vicariously between work and play
those were the days
then there was year two
it was food
food was needed
every stop you made involved food
greasy types
easy to consume
and cheap
oh so goddamn cheap
year three was beer
well, for me it was whiskey
they got the Buddha belly
and i just threw up in the sink
must have extinguished my vocal cords
year four was dancing
i love to dance
and i think i can
i did it in front of the mirror once
it shattered
bad luck billy, must be
year five is this day
art and business
creation
producing
no more cheap shots at my work
it will live on
just like the baby boy I see coming out of her
i just got to find her
she can't smoke, or drink too much
no caffeine for nine months
I'm naming him something
something
something
my baby named something

the genius I

the genius walks through Felkers Falls
he finds a wooden rail guiding him and finds a few branches covering an opening
what's this? he thinks, as he follows the hidden pathway
it leads right to the mounding cliff of a waterfall
where the water flows
he looks at it beautifully and stares deeply into the current
it drives him to the edge, where he stands holding a branch of a tree
amazing, he thinks and then wonders what would happen if he jumped
he thinks more of the  former, the amazingness rather than the latter
I shall bring my friends here, he says out loud to no one
to the birds in the bushes and the foxes in the meadow
they hear him but there isn't anyone else for miles
he climbs back up the path over the wooden rail and back on the path
the path turns from dirt to asphalt and he sees an Olympic sized swimming pool
everything with a slide and diving board, gated away from other's who gaze
he wish he had a dog and as he thinks this a woman walks passed him with a retriever
nice dog, he says to the woman and she smiles at him with a full set of white teeth
he wonders if his teeth are white, but he knows, since he brushes everyday
the path ends and he wonders where he is
it looks familiar but night has fallen and his eyes are no good without seeing glasses
he feels around with his hands and finds grass, soil, dirt
he's so tired because he hasn't slept at all in the last 3 days, constantly reading and trying to write his memoirs
no memoirs yet, just circulation and an ISBN number
he coddles the ground and his eyes close, the air is fresh and he breathes clean
the genius wishes for a beer or two
to break the sorrow and he lifts himself back up off the ground into the darkness
then he sees light and it's a dive bar
he giggles as he swings through the revolving door
one beer please, he asked and the waitress asks what kind and he just says one beer please
not much of a drinker the waitress asks him
nope, just one beer please
maybe i can join you, she asks
the genius thinks and says, only if you have one beer
and she sits with him looking into his eyes without beer
the genius scans the beer
looks good she says
and he takes a big gulp, a gulp that consumed the entire beer
where you going after this she asks
home to read, you he replies
well, i'm writing a book she says
and the genius rubs his ears
what's it about he asks
a man and a beer she replies
and the genius falls asleep

read

how many books have you read in your lifetime?
do you ever think about it?
what makes reading so special, huh?
with netflix and teevee
and jumping up and down with the kids
is there time to read?
the news on your phone
what happens when the battery dies?
then what?
where is your library?
where is mine?

i'm lost in it
emerged
and understandably stable
drink the tea and coffee
the white wine of love
sherries and vodka
rye and coke
cuba libre

ain't that something
it is to me
so when you look on your timeline
always leave a note
that you read
something
anything
because of

Gg

man monkey boy

I'm cooking breakfast

I'm making eggs

Madonna knows now

she wants to play

the book appears

in my hairy palms

Cerebellum

takes the fall

the seasons change girl

my mind is swept

whether I'm primate

looking for his bat

so we're swinging

from tree-to-tree

a man monkey boy

that's pretty much me

Man-monkey boy

whatcha doing over there?

Man-monkey boy

wanna have a beer?

No chorus here

escape in the trees

take some money

turn it into green

there was a darkness

quite there, despair

put on your shoes

you a monkey man-monkey

man monkey boy

in the store

man-monkey boy

get off the floor

he plays the cello

he plays the drums

a firm swinging life

could use a wife

no more boy

only monkey now

don't forget

play indepth

so big words come

selling to fleas

set up a camp

in the tall playboy trees

monkey beats on his chest

like all other boys at rest

in a cage below

you're down on all fours

man monkey

hide and seek

man monkey

hear the baby weep

your back is hairy

your spine is curved

make a mating call, baby

do not disturb

pick all these ants

off of the ones in front

scratch your head

lay in the bed

man monkey

ain't no sorrow

make money

lend out to borrow

licking the wounds

and there's many of them

you lick your wrists

your blood to give

man monkey

get on your feet

man-monkey

don't take defeat

man monkey man

making babies

man-monkey-man

this songs complete

fallacy

I found myself a letter
i opened it up and it wasn't addressed to me
it was addressed to who i was
the man i thought i was but i'm not anymore
no more liquor or wine or fun
work non-stop
it's a beautiful day
i'm not going anywhere
the attachment seeks security
while the matrix means the motion
comprehend zeffer songs of love
curl up in a ball
lead those who fall
wonder why they came at all
Dionysus started the mall
Socrates agreed in dull
no fall
just dull
the Pharaoh wishes up Judas
cry me a river
and I am
a man that can cry
thus no longer a robot
but a man that can feel
thus no longer her toy
kitty litter and some tuna
that's all i really need
believe me at once
or forget this forgotten fallacy

soar

can you catch dreams?
can you make them real?
make believe into an artifact
desire into lust
lust into production
production
then manufacturing
then distribution
then royalties
is that your dream?
it works on the level of everything
where you're at on the pyramid
pavlov and jung
chili
if he could do it by hand
hell,
i could do it by feet
so monday morning
you're going to wake up
and call
call everyone
and their sister
and you tell them your dream
and thus,
your dream is caught
caught into reality
and soaring with the dragons be you

buckle

there are spoken words to be untrue
tied together with a seemingly end of vapour
glowing in the hearts of many
the one truth lives in the heavens
 
a hedonistic place to hide from the gallows
drink wine and whiskey and lemonade splendor
our mates figure the sources needed
so find rum and drink it and hell get merry
 
unforgotten lullabies by a mothers breast
clench hold tightly then let go of the rest
a satans task a liberal fear
drowns many in sorrow away from whats near.
 
you thought I ended there for just a second
but I laugh and glee and your marks are for linger
bottle of swash and a buckle or two
press down on your knees and frequently tie your shoe.
 
lets trail on to on and then again once more
the vitamins and minerals of a salty squall
feed first, run last and comprehend no weakness
jibber da gib and sound check the alarm
 
fingers bleeding, another way to cum.
 
end of poem one, speak fast, don't forget it
ears bleached, eyes waxed and the hoax of some plenty
grin teeth, grind nails chew and then follow
pits of ancient gargoyles, let them fall in slumber
one more slumber
one more slumber
slumber once more. 
 
and drift to the backslide of a verminous calling
cry laugh joy now speak forever in hollow
quit class, speak joy and laugh in entire
for the challenges anew may outlast those 
of those
of those
 
she answers the phone with lies and corruption
and giggles and laughs when she presses the dial
in her mind she vomits but her voice rings true
playing the game, an utter, quite fool.
 
unbuckle and hurry up before the carriage leads the gathering
swing fast and duck deep, deep into cerebellum
arkhym asylum is the toe in the nail of the grass
voices withdrawn and a few seem unstaggered
and another line, for those who are draggards.

numerology

I got 13 girls

one's not enough
two's makes a couple
three takes all my money
four loves the family
five i just don't know
six has fire in her teeth
seven my lucky draw
eight in the bathroom
nine please save me
ten you're perfect in every way
11 an angel from heaven
twelve is half my day
and
thirteen
lucky thirteen
you make the pain go away

steel

Hey mister tambourine man

today is soft with writing and coffee
i haven't even finished my first cup and here we are
learning Morse code and bad Spanish
the days were good
telepathically able

i feel healthy and strong
resilient
well rested
sleeping on the floor

dedication takes practice
practice is winning
winning is wine on the patio
i'll take a scotch though

martini maybe
three olives
just how i like it

sustain and suggest
goddamn I need a girlfriend
if there are any single ladies reading
McDonalds cafe, for the win
i'm kidding
we'll go to Tim's lol

jump around
laugh about
sing alot
play in love

just sitting in my basement
drinking coffee
reading news
staring at Socrates

I have a feeling it's going to be a good day

thanksgiving

did you know caribou are the world's biggest animal?

it's a fact

and that chimpanzees are humans within?

it's a fact

the walrus goes goo goo ga joob?

it's a fact

and that lions have lots of hair?

it's a fact.

however,

after the fact
it's all bullshit
millions and millions of tons of bullshit

we know these because in school they told us this
they told us lies
because the ones who win the war are the ones who write history

we don't know the truth but we examine it
something that gives us hope
but it's just what the textbook spews
and it changes every 5 minutes
on the hour

it's sad really
cause we are forced to believe
cram it in our minds
focus in the forefront
mind boggling at the rear


just  don't give up hope
let it go
we know nothing
let's just respect that
and
thank each other

Happy turkey day

Gg

not for the weak stomach

i just shit my pants
just now
and not those shits that kind of logs in there and stenches slowly
i'm talking about a splatter shit
all over my underwear
my jockey boxers fully of shit
fuck, these cost $40
and nothing gets chocolate out

then i woke up

i bit my fingernail til it bled
then i touch said shit
and it transferred into particles
into my soul
so now i had to wash my hands
there is still shit in my pants

then i woke up

I've got a clean finger nail
bandaged
but my undies are still full of shit
it doesn't smell too bad yet
and i'm on the bus
this fucking bus is full of people
shit, this bus is going to school
they don't have toilets in the school

then i wake up

i get to school and run to the washroom
it's locked
the shit is dripping down my thigh
onto my calf and into
my ankle socks
and converse hi tops
the only shit i smell is the shit on my fingernail
but i have to keep smelling it
just to know it's actually my shit

reality

i have to give a lecture in 10 mins
i can't concentrate with all this shit in my pants
i can cancel, but i will fail the students
plus i'm not on tenure yet
so i stand up there
with spray shit leaking out my lower body
the students can't smell it
and i can't either
except when i smell my fingers

i shouldn't have eaten than sub that i found stuck in the radiator of my condo

as a writer writes pt.1

As a writer writes, I scorn my pen and inkwell. But hello, I am here with you, right now, for the next  moments of your life. I have decided to write this introduction at the end of the story rather than it's beginning. It’s not really a story, just thoughts of people and lives and danger and chipmunks and more. Can you handle it? I hope so. Please call me after you read this and tell me what you thought. I’ll set my telephone to stun or silent or super loud; depends on the time of day you call me at. I hope you like the following, wait, let me reword that, I don’t care if you like the following for you are now stuck to read it, or use it as a white wine coaster on the eve of Thanksgiving if you believe in that anyways. Tea time is anytime and as I write I am drinking Ooolong tea, 79 cents for 25 bags. I’m learning about the healing qualities of tea through experience but I am still a novice. What a beautiful day to be alive. The crisp snow on the ground. The wind blowing every which way. Smiles on the children’s faces getting on the blue bus going to class and singing lullabies and prolific chants of Zeus or Hades or Rebecca, the girl in my grade 10 history class which I had a huge crush on. She knew because her locker was beside mine and I always had something to say to her. She’s probably married by now, with 4 or 5 kids running around the house and backyard and cul de sac and starting to experience joy and emotion and their blessed Bodhisattva senses. What a word. I look in the mirror to see if I still exist, and I am there, looking back at myself, beard growing, hair messy, teeth chattering. I smell like lemongrass. I have to be in touch with my feminine side to get anywhere in this life. Je suis done with the drinking and smoking and pot and curls and coffee. I am one with my Being and I meditate when I can. Tea works though. Ooolong. I’m a long ways from home and keep travelling so I can never stop the restlessness in my legs and joints and aura and body. I read, wisdom, I have some I hope. And that’s all what we can do in this life is to hope. Where there is life, there is hope. And I fell down some stairs .  So, why judge. If it is rational and you can think it, you can definitely do it. I can type and so can you? Criticize or parade. Or love and hate, I will still type. I’ve never made creamed coconut before but my friend mentioned all I need is water and a whisker and I can create some sort of beverage I assume. But all I really like doing is looking at the package, it’s neat.  Tidy and intense. Let me describe it to you. It’s about the size of a pack of Pall Mall king size large with two coconuts, one cut in half to insist the whiteness of the flesh. A big green vegetarian check mark and a label that says one hundred percent pure. 150g. And it’s from Sri Lanka on the side imported from a tiny little city named Concord Ontario. There you go. I look at it as you read and it is definitely going to be made tonight before rest and relaxation. R and R. This is all foreshadowing if you haven’t guessed that already. I’m excited for you to read this yet I hate every word on the page. I’m just repeating myself now so please do not take me or you seriously. And we have almost hit a page, so I will let you enjoy for yourself. And if you don’t like, I’d say good day, but I am apathetic and don’t really care at this point. So… Enjoi.

vomit nose ring

baby are you reading?
my words don't make too sense
it's okay shit i drank so much
i'm puking in the toilet
if that's enough
to win your love

the vomit oozes out of my mouth
out my nose
all i can smell is chunks of vomit
i breath in and out and more vomit chunks
i create a loogie, hock it on the seat of the chair
shit, i hit someone mid-air

fuck, i know i promised to stay clean
but that was hocus pocus mcdonalds fiend
i spin around the clock
my head hurts now
can you see me now?
for what i'm worth
a loogie in the toilet
drunk like dirt

this is my cell phone to you babe
no eminem shit. i feel you near
contend, pretend, title shots now
we take two from the bar
it isn't you, you know i ain't lying
she found me in the gutter
a place when i once was discovered

don't mess with my head
just send me a text
shit, my phones not working
gimme a call ringading
i'll be a love for you
if you can help me not stray
the one time we were at the bay

you said you never leave me
then you left
my knees to the ground
praying like mos def
but it's over now
you thumbed me back
you said it was alright
everything a-okay
you got a new job now
i'm proud for you babe

but what i am you don't want
i love you too much
in the dawn when i'm still awake
to the sun shining bright
i'll be your number babe

if i have a contender's chance to be someone in love.
then i won't be a bum
was it me? was it you?
it was you and me
better pull up a seat