Fragment #70

...Reduces, makes me
Fecal... Fetal! Serious.
A slip of the tongue...

CK

Fragment #69

She then spoke Latin
For ten seconds, walking pace
Actually she's French

CK

In French

Now all bad nights out are colored blue
For that film we watched makes me think of those two girls,
Kissing on the night bus
And kisses on the forehead as one tries to sleep.

I could not skip to the sex scene
As he slept or at any other time this year and was happy,
Happy being kissed on the forehead
And for another's thought of us making a mess out of this mess.

CK

Swim Meet

Packed in a bathing costume
This early in the morning
Two teenager must strip
Waiting for a restroom
And loosen caked toothpaste
That cornered their mouths

CK

Stupid Man Suit

Another woman unsure of herself

And there is far too much for me 

To say to the top of her head

It is all too much now

Or later as our food gets cold

And she would just rest her fork

And Friday night is Chinese night

And I have set aside the money for this already

I can just write it on the fridge post-it board

Like in Donnie Darko

'Where are you' and not leave a question mark

That will be cool 

I'll do that

We'll watch that tonight

CK

And Then I Got Off The Bus

The thought of listening to Portishead on pills
The thought
The thought

Pulling me through until Tuesday morning
Pulling through the piss in the trough
Pulling thoughts through the trough...though...

Though...
I have stared at that group of words
Too long and they do not make sense anymore.

I start feeling Jeremy Irons staring,
Burning holes
Into the back of my skull

Pissing in a trough
Or staring out the bus window
Testing how certain words sound in my head

A 'Dealership' opened at this time of the morning
A 'Scrappage' banner outside
Creasing under its own weight

I savor them like two biscuits aside
my pre-work coffee
This early, they do not count.

CK

Shopping Centre

The Final Ring Of Hell Is A Food Hall
Dante Never Stood In Line
Waiting On A Family Bucket

CK

What I'm Talking About When I Talk About Ghostbusting

Mid-Canadian Ice is talking to Uncle
He is making sense of it
And speaking back,
'Yes, this ain't good but it's OK'.
Sharing life affirming stories about dogging.
He is making you think of the base burns of your first
Girl,

Lucy.
Uncle just got turned down by a hotter version of her
And now you can't ever marry Lucy
Because you know a hotter version of her exists
In Middle Canada
And she settled for a bassist,
A black man
Who now plays the drum and smiled at me.
Uncle is asking what kind of white man are you
'The best kind, Sir, the kind after ten of his Master's best'.

These pooling bruises back to back at an Stateside apartment
After they've stopped bear baiting the subway with heat
And Uncle is a voice and an open door, calling out
'So rarely do I need to say this
But I will bring you down to all fours, love'

CK

We Are The Prophets

Godspeed
Godspeed

Sparking visions leaving the Bloor street dive bars
As there is something in this Jesus
Being said in Unison
While the house band plays
Today's random act of kindness was clapping at the gig

Godspeed
Godspeed

CK

The Shaping Of The Bishop's Head And House

He squeezed the curtains together
Not to see the buildings
Or the people inside
said to enjoy it

Going to the coffee shop
Behind his newspaper
Haggling a pawn
A blacken black stogie
And inch measured anxiety

Little hands of horse lips
Gripping the city streets
Blinkers keep the city moving
For traveling with these blinkers

Making you think that only Vienna is sick with the illness
Of a travelling circus and the suicide squad

CK

Barred

Parting
No empty
In hand.

Found
Off and often
Ago.

I suppose
I should lie down.
Now.


When
It's just the three
Of ye.

Not found
Nor brought back
To frame.

Don't
Tell my mother
Lads...

I know
She will just get
Upset.

CK

'Shut Up And Eat Your Beans, You Bastard'

That whole homeless thing becomes
Some slow forming affair
Reminding me not all good things are said in English

'Fuck Ramadan'
Bottle opening teeth
'I'm a Catholic, Allah is not my God, not my King'
Repeated a prayer for the rain to stop two days ago so he knows, because it did in fairness

'My friend...'
Takes off his hat
'Would swear by the fish.. ah..ing in Ireland'
Presenting precise grass in a precise case

'I piss, I roll'
Pointing where
'The police say what are you doing
I say nothing...

They come back later they ask what am I doing
I say nothing more'
We share another beer and leave

CK

Fragment #68

Do what you do, we'll
Keep running the linen up
And down the highway

CK

Spanish Fall

I Have Walked Home In The Rain
For The First Time
And Now I Have Remembered Spain
For The First Time

It Wasn't Making Sense When Lit With The Lightening
That Can Only Happen On Vacation
And The Locals Do Not Notice
The Steaming Of Milk
The Folding Of Shirts
How Could I Live Here

I'd Only Cry Once Before A Vespa
Crushes My Foot
And I Start Over In That Driver's Image
"I Find It Hard To Remember
What I Did With My Time Before I Met You"

Drenched With A Burning Smell Of Pines As Spring Commences
For The Twenty-Second Time
The Smell Of People Living Behind The Easily Scaled Council Fences
For The Twenty-Second Time

These Rainstorms Have Split My Family Elsewhere
In Barcelona I Took A Picture Of My Father Smiling
In Other Places People Would Just Smoke Out The Hotel Window
And My Sister Got Sick Outside An IHop
And There Is The Existence Of American Girls Who Only Makeout To Gospel Radio
None Of Them Girls Smelling Like Those Small Easy Peel Oranges
Which She Hung Off Our Christmas Trees

CK

"Super Margaret!"

In The Aisle You're Likely To Find Lightblubs
A Woman And Another Woman
Giving Her A Hug Like She No Longer Had Cancer

CK

Shark Oil

Handshakes
Like
Fishbones
Crushed
Upon A
Side Plate

CK

Found Vein

A Guy Wrote This Down
In The Toilet
Especially For Me

'42 France'

Or

'Go To France'

Doesn't He Know
About My Summer
In Bordeaux

CK

Stamen #1

I Don't Want To Know It's Medicine
Or Make Themed Pre-drinks
And Dress Up Like A Fag
Who Ends Up Tasting Beer Breath
And Aches Stomachs.

"Plastic Mask...
A Manter?... A Maneater
With Antlers...
Anther?
When Is Halloween?"

Smelling Like A Rubber Holiday,
There's Even Lipped Coins Lying In Toilet Water
Wishing A Nose To Spite.
He Ran Out Of Air Tonguing It
And I Forced Myself To Get Sick Outside The Club.

CK

Hive

I Am Dribbling Out My Mouth
Legs First
Like A Centipede Or Something

Telling People They've Cancer
Tasting It
When They Know They Don't

Making Them Insects Again
Only Red
And Human On The Inside

We Ain't Good At Goodbyes
Or Welcomes
But We Sometimes Talk In Between

CK

Time Article 74'

I Know Not Everyone Gets A Funeral
Some Just Get Mentioned At Wedding Afters

As If They Are Leaving For Vietnam
Like That G.I. Who Fucked My Mother While I Slept In The Room

CK