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