experimental existence

2010-01-10T20:47:00.000-08:00

Depart

Naked hands

Desire for options regardless

To spread fingers slowly over new crevasses –

not feeling the difference but knowing choice just the same.

All the dancing people. Hazy sight, sticky smells, floating bodies suggesting chance.

Hands reaching for the one you came with. Doesn’t feel the same – likeness was lost at the door.

The fashionably rough help with wet daydreams. Too intoxicated to stand but willing to offer temporary warmth.

Flailing endearments lose their punch when followed by exasperated departures to the bathroom - i meant to leave altogether.

The newness of old friction – embarrassing and dry with its roundabout escape from familiarity.

Finger nails itch to dig deep: indentations, dipped in sweat.

Loss of anticipation leveled by vibrating eyes – confused and forgetful.

2009-12-22T22:07:00.000-08:00

2009-12-22T22:03:00.000-08:00

Transferring acceptance

place to place

they changed their minds about experience

anything goes now

stay with this loyalty

and so far

you will go

2009-09-24T12:37:00.000-07:00

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2009-05-27T20:40:00.000-07:00

2009-05-17T15:43:00.000-07:00

love, love

2009-04-29T11:38:00.001-07:00

2009-04-10T18:11:00.000-07:00

2008-05-13T22:03:00.000-07:00

2008-05-13T22:01:00.000-07:00

2008-02-14T08:35:00.001-08:00

theoretical propositions
of touch & smell
such a lucky thought
in a large field of minimized extravagance
bleating & trying to engage with poetics

2008-02-14T08:21:00.000-08:00

running in & out from the snow
unfazed by wet cuffs & nurtured bodies
wood heat lingers with you
up the hill bending along the halls rubbing
its paws around people's necks
- whimpering
- licking
hoping to conceive physicality
in a springing form

2007-11-20T08:54:00.000-08:00

2007-11-20T08:48:00.000-08:00

2007-09-16T16:29:00.000-07:00

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2007-08-11T16:51:00.001-07:00

2007-07-29T22:10:00.000-07:00

2007-07-23T18:20:00.000-07:00

2007-07-19T10:38:00.000-07:00

lady in the water

2007-07-19T10:36:00.000-07:00

2007-06-10T22:59:00.000-07:00

2007-06-10T22:56:00.000-07:00

2007-06-10T22:54:00.000-07:00

It Depends on your Definition of Spring (A Love Poem for PG)

2007-05-07T09:04:00.000-07:00

*
Lady Liberty stakes her claim on Victoria St.
surrounded by dirty cafes’ who sit as comments on cognitive dissonance
Preaching realistic bullshit while rearranging red
drapery over her breasts.

*

The imaginary girlfriend who recites Hemingway & Yeats
while brewing homemade beer.

She’ll wink at Monroe when passing by garbage bags full of Budweiser empties
that are only noticed when they give a residual shutter
but otherwise remain as a claim to how much one can sustain.

*

Bob Marley sings
from every other car
while the hordes trample into the woods.
Crystallized breath no matter the temperature
flip flops & hiking boots
manipulate Summer into appearing.
A trek to Shane Lake introduces
dancing on thin ice and (un)invited advances
by the future.

*

Forest for the World’s opposition
under a canopy of machines.
With communal growth protecting
a frozen patch
creeping audibly through dead leaves.
The fallen trees & broken branches
breakdown trying to maintain a barrier
between circular & linear.
The (im)balance caught inside past & present
bounces & flutters in vivid colors
directing the conversation
around winter’s defense.

*

There stands a man on Edmonton
whose sunken eyes no longer see the world
instead has a person stare at his words in
horror / approval / dislocated ignorance
inside of him there once was a woman
in some form or another.

*

Clustering associates on the curb’s edge
away from the half hearted shelter of the bus stop
Save On bags discontent with their contents
shouldn’t have/should have bought that cheese cake
exhaust from the 4X4’s
lingers with that scent
protruding off the cutbanks
as it slides on it’s belly, fondling the bowl and
licking the heights.

*

Pick up gasping hitchhikers
swaying on the highway outside prison gates
w/ a cardboard sign that says
“Going Anywhere”
Paying for fuel with vague generosity
while contemplating social hygiene.

*

The Northern Identity thru Art
Space of comfort for the unknowns.
Spirit Bear humor
sprouting from the stately deformity
of flailing architecture that hugs its snow banks.

*

The surprise of the North
and its people who scatter the streets.
Stereotypes fling themselves into hiding under the
haze of the mills.
Dismayed by its shift in consciousness and
collapsing ideals.

conversations b/w forms

2007-04-26T09:12:00.000-07:00

The sentimental value
of rose scented earth
rotting beneath our feet.

The sweaty dance
of twinkling stars (in your eyes)
spins us towards an open bar.

“A girl like you”
who holds on just right
learns to see faults through diamond studs and silver chains.

visual felt

2007-04-24T10:02:00.000-07:00

2007-04-18T18:51:00.000-07:00

cuz you almost had sex w/ a king
thru the backdoor
300 yrs ago
bend over

2007-03-29T00:12:00.000-07:00

2007-03-27T23:07:00.000-07:00

You could go further
with any simple sentence

pressure out an image
suggest various layers
mimic another language

Or reduce this one to symbols
& then rely on education

*

Politely claim the order—linear
circulating a story around the group

Entertaining syntax, deciding whether to leave it or flip it
then letting it fall on it’s face

*

Gendered and misrepresented, draped with false information
watching objectified subjects dieing off the page

Passing time with dislocated grammar
as it haphazardly folding into itself with unattached time and space

*

Construction of images, builds a cardboard house
welcoming improv through its windows while
dismantling binary opposites upon blank walls

Intertextual sports edit portraits of landscapes forgetting
what grandma taught you about pressing flowers between the covers

*

He wasn’t referring to anything in particular
only allowing certain pieces to develop
flopping them into the picture frame, leaving
them gasping and gracious in front of you

*

Slug like processions through caramel rivers
fast track it to success

Hidden behind a pile of books, inside a box with three walls
ready to be released from the giggling expectations
that follow you down the way

2007-02-02T13:22:00.000-08:00

2007-01-29T11:47:00.000-08:00



threading staples through my hair
while contemplating Atwood’s
Gender Relations

Sits back to relax to soundless steps
thundering down the stairs
emphatic notions of laundry
discarded amongst the piles of intimacy

2007-01-15T19:29:00.000-08:00

Fort George

2007-01-15T16:41:00.000-08:00

Hornby

2007-01-08T18:09:00.000-08:00

Little Lost Eager

2007-01-08T18:06:00.000-08:00


A subscription expired
before anyone had a chance                                   to equalize
transparent possibilities of mixing in fulfillment
crunched under a boot
an        accidental        crossing
a  d a s h  to the wrong side
effortless expressions
(under herbal influence)
the glisten vanishes
with the reappearance of street lights and stop signs

2006-12-20T23:01:00.000-08:00

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2006-12-03T20:32:00.000-08:00

pelted

2006-11-29T16:49:00.000-08:00

a gentle push into disarray
decidedly chooses a path of anticipated ignorance and
whore-ish de-light

2006-11-11T20:14:00.000-08:00

2006-11-11T20:08:00.000-08:00

2006-11-03T09:10:00.000-08:00

vain

2006-11-03T09:02:00.000-08:00

collectables

2006-10-31T10:55:00.000-08:00


informative snob. .
                   .
                  .
                   possibility of forgetting .
                                                                              .
. capacity . .               .    .    .    .
.
.
. providing evidence .
                      .
                    .   .   .   . warped emotions
                   .
creative licences .
.  .   .   .   .   .  .
. the physical image  .
.  .   .   .   .   .  .
.  .   .
.  .
.
books on tape .  .    .
                        .
                         .
                       . convenient speculation

2006-10-22T14:51:00.000-07:00

Everything is growing
birthing and bloating
creating and extending out of one another
Ideas build upon other ideas creating a network of billowing connections
this page leads to another. And another leads to seven more.
Expanding to the brink of perfectly acceptable chaos
you cannot lose sight of anyone now
no matter how far away they run
we never see - instead we just read
whatever is put into space, placed carefully to be defined
and redefined

drunk logic

2006-10-21T21:51:00.000-07:00

the process of getting there
is fairly impressive
the results
are fairly convenient

warmth

2006-10-13T10:34:00.000-07:00


reassuring taste of smoke and mint
  e n v e l o p i n g personal space
hiding within the folds of sheet and flesh
                      not willing to escape

2006-08-20T18:43:00.000-07:00

gathering weight

2006-08-13T18:52:00.000-07:00


where there is no natural light
the twitch of existence
curls into a ball beside me
a pulse of desire
emits
     through
around
     within
searching for a definition of home

the ladies

2006-08-11T20:28:00.000-07:00

2006-07-30T18:29:00.000-07:00

untitled

2006-07-20T23:39:00.000-07:00

Simple illusions of a complex mind twirl indecent interpretations into a guilty sigh
trapped within the banana skins and apple peels of someone else’s mind
a ragged red towel lies just off of University way
appearing as a carcass - a flag of collective distaste
the burn of comfort crusts over her mouth while bitter funeral treats melt into the dimples of her thighs
the confusion of multitasking diminishes into the warmth of knowing that she will stay

b/c carly told me to

2006-07-11T23:43:00.000-07:00

drunk poets

2006-06-26T22:00:00.000-07:00

    
     Geraldine doesn’t understand the voices in her mind
               c
             u
            t
          s
that persistently heal
held together (again)
with binder t w
            n i
             e

                  t
                a
              o
            l
     Lies f        off of the sweat
                                   s lick
leaning over
matted hair
and malted breath

     .Cavorting simplicity.          blinking neon sign
snatching at fleeting intangibility
dare to familiarize
such a dance

     Angela sits romanticizing fairy
tales of sexualized horrors
encased in the fur and blood
of a revolving door

        c
       n h
      u   e
     h     d over
without conviction
accidental vow of celibacy
brought on by
arguments with inanimate objects

2006-06-25T17:47:00.000-07:00

2006-06-13T22:18:00.000-07:00

beautiful monster

2006-06-08T22:52:00.000-07:00



she drove into the r I v e r
with a well oiled giggle
an accidental obsession,   I’m sure

Jamieson haze
lets a person think a little clearer    (cheaper)

cranium jelly
continual d
            r
              i
                p
                   disregard to the notion of choice

a fascinating train wreck
me, not h(i’m)
entangled in bloated
wishes of the (i’m)possible

            pagan rituals of caraway pillows
            fighting off the eventual slaughter

2006-06-05T21:31:00.000-07:00

2006-06-05T21:13:00.000-07:00

2006-05-23T23:15:00.000-07:00

porn deaf

2006-05-21T21:06:00.000-07:00


talk on phone
warm       dependence
surface indent
on rubbery skin

won w/ self

2006-05-14T20:30:00.000-07:00


swallow
your feet
creating        perfect package
read the
                              guide
                                  l
                                  i  l
                                 n i  l
                                 e n i  s
                                 s e n e s
                                    s e n e
                                       s  i n
                                           l  i
                                              l
production
w/i disproportion

2006-05-02T12:28:00.000-07:00

damn beavers

2006-04-23T20:36:00.000-07:00

empty apartment

2006-04-18T23:07:00.000-07:00

Jolie prefers to experiment with distant unknowns
better than knowing ones own thoughts
those only create problems, it’s best to destroy
don’t you agree?
continual persuasion of non-existent emotions
severed by the space b/w (undefined obsession)

bow to the image
the fake, the cynical, the truth
the white walls that begged to be painted black
the drips that hugged the corner joints
hardened in place - 3 years later
covering the artistic wall with un-artistic art
the forgotten holes -
made w/ such indifference and care

circular theories of every passion
that never crossed Jolie’s all seeing eye
distance allows perfected interpretation
a genius is created
from the paint flakes left behind

f(l)og(ged)

2006-04-10T21:24:00.000-07:00


such a circle of discriminating despair -
there exists a release of knowledge
only screaming children can hear




the pond on the left swallowed the one on the right
creating a horror story
of minuscule proportions that no one cares to explain
to the figurative soul

slacker post

2006-03-26T13:55:00.000-08:00

I felt a cleavage in my mind

As if my brain had split;

I tried to match it, seam by seam,

But could not make them fit.

The thought behind I strove to join

Unto the thought before,

But sequence ravelled out of reach

Like balls upon a floor.

- Emily Dickinson
1830-1886

learning how to drown

2006-03-15T22:11:00.000-08:00

She was swept up in the river
unknowingly at first
Yet, it seemed like fun, so she played along
allowing the water to seep in through her clothing and hug her eroded limbs
it never seemed necessary to scream or gather air
even when the current changed, as they do, she chose still
to swim on
She had compiled a list of cautions, learned from false mistakes
felt confident in her abilities of escape

She would laugh sometimes, at Misfortune,
who kissed his companions with drops of cyanide
he had become a great friend, as long as she posed no questions as to why
descriptions of victims were never volunteered, but she often would see them
down below, crashing about on the rocks
Indifference to history and contempt for thruth allowed her ignorance to appear as
innocence
and so she lasted much longer then the others

When sentimental spit began to dry at the corners of her mouth they told her it was time
to (re)dissolve back into the earth
Un foreseen shock paralyzed her retaliation
Without dieing she rolled into the foam and sunk through the layers
It was never in their mind to disobey
and so
they ran over in congratulations and quickly erased her illusion of memory

2006-03-08T21:51:00.000-08:00

2006-03-05T22:36:00.000-08:00

circling no conclusion

2006-02-23T20:15:00.000-08:00



the age we weren't
when we laughed at grandpa
's funeral
unbounded from obligations to each other
3 walls of any box
decaying w/ impenetrable indifference


dance or grind          (no distinction)
hiding what you think is
necessary ---> from me?
               or you?
promised on his soul
to let me break
...(your) fall (...?

2006-02-20T23:13:00.000-08:00

2006-02-16T19:09:00.000-08:00

inappropriate reaction

2006-02-12T19:19:00.001-08:00

if i knew
that would help
less
rather create a lie
hide beneath the energy
w/o real reason

bones

2006-02-09T10:22:00.000-08:00

*
         above
combinations
         below
not knowing where to lay
accidental hands swirl around
some girl’s waist

*
Addictions doled out on a
conveyer belt
lovely glistening colours
of complex carbohydrates

*
Sam’s out back, waltzing around
pulling a sleigh of silk scarves and chains

*
Lotus had a good day
purging balls of twine
the nurse came about
offering suggestions and
slender needles as her
f(e)r(n)i(e)e(m)n(i)d(e)s(s)

*
She’s shaped like a donut
so sweetly (un)sublime
too bad she doesn’t
realize it’s all in her mind

*
He ran away (from her) to Osoyoos
to hide in airless hayloft
with a pack of Players Light
and a Patsy Cline CD

2006-01-19T21:32:00.000-08:00

calm

2006-01-13T20:34:00.000-08:00

mirror, mirror on the wall...

divide

2006-01-13T20:20:00.000-08:00

extremities of chosen chaos

entrails of flavored skin

floating silently while standing in the shower

waiting for something new to begin

wrinkled

garbage can icing

2006-01-12T18:52:00.000-08:00

acid knowledge of all the secrets
that scurry under the cement

the water damage that no one saw
till the day the floor and ceiling collapsed

mouthwash that cannot be sold to you
cannot be drunk as alcohol

the S&M cookies that have no name
licking tongues of grease trap fantasies

almost understanding limitations of sanity and sanitation

2006-01-09T21:43:00.000-08:00

2006-01-06T23:03:00.000-08:00

December

2005-12-30T23:11:00.000-08:00


i
The space between
in our mind(s)      fighting on the floor
peeling scales and flooding thoughts
ignoring and wishing with scorn

ii
If functioning
outside the box
expect the scent of stale popcorn
frozen, waste-less lands that
flatly deny any      breath

iii
a city of stars outwit the population
sliding blindly by in the snow

iv
Blood swells, Williams Lake, from fingertips
rough, diagonal cuts that cannot be explained
markings in the snow
suggest an undesirable story

drippings vanish
                mouthing the frozen mud

v
Cracking branches, silken with ice
grey skies lined         with fallen expectations
the lights that won’t photograph
      the memories that won’t fade

vi
two
                 days
                                     left

2005-12-30T23:06:00.000-08:00