hockey

To the nights watching the game in the den with the famjam
to yelling at the big screen with you friends
to the smile and the frown
the sorrow
the clenched jaw and the dash of tear drop
then the red light hits and all goes to mayhem

beer everywhere
pop and chips in the air
hugs and kisses
rose petals and white orchids

this we can do

this is CANadian hockey
this is Canada

sit ubu sit, good dog

I called her ma'am
she sat near at the back of the bus
minding her own hair and makeup
this was the city bus
actor's transportation
it was magnificent
surrounded every night by actors of the sort
the inner ear lusting for more
i can hear but cannot be seen
seen but cannot be heard
we morph into the wall
transform into the seat
ain't this what living is about
jack may be back
and he's bringing the whole ship with him

at least

at least people are reading pulp novels again

Believe in Hamilton

the press

Just imagine a kid lost his job
all he did was write and write never thinking very far
so he read and he wrote and he knew what was right
because he read to speak to you
so cleverly in the night
something aghast, something never seen before
was working hard as the bills hit the floor
no friends in sight, all marry or born
i disappear, 5 years, quacking the felt
but he stayed calm for his writing with no followers indeed
a monster from Jupiter is all i ever see
the press, they want a piece, turn it into a scandal
only baby ruth can handle the mantle

Hallmark

I just wanted to let you know that i called you first instead of sending you this birthday card.

Happy belated.