at least there is always the fashion and music

while watching a documentary
a program documenting the life and
death of Sid Vicious
I find myself learning a couple new things
useless things
things I never knew
or had forgotten,
new things all the same
and as I watch and learn
I’m left wondering why
every time the winds seem to be changing,
every time they seem to blow in a new direction
that they always turn out to be nothing
a light breeze strong enough to tussle your hair
but too weak to topple an anthill.

-2006

yesterday's invasion for naught...

as I sit down in the rocker
saddling up to the virtual typer
I find myself reminded of yesterday’s stories
the stories that were made
in the moments that passed before
and behind my eyes
the ones that floated in and
out of my mind
the ones that added up
make themselves a Yesterday
the yesterday that’s now invading
the thoughts of fingers trying to bleed today’s tales
staining stories all over a blank black page.
and to think,
those past moments, the ones
that floated behind and before
that passed out and in,
the invaders that created this Yesterday
were themselves,
not just a yesterday before that
a Tomorrow yet to come.

-2006

what about yours?

in case you're wonderin',
my mind...
my body…
my soul…
can all be found
somewhere
around the next bend.

-Vancouver, July 23, 2006; 6:38am

dialing numbers

dialing numbers,
in hopes of finding a friend.
hiding behind the mountains
made out of my molehills
created
for no other reason then to be made
for no one but me,
to climb
and hide behind.
dialing numbers,
in hopes of finding a friend,
and in the end
finding just what I was looking for.

-2003

the brain decides...

“the brain decides, not the individual that encases it”
Joseph Heller wrote that in:
“Portrait of an Artist as an Old Man”
and when I read it,
I stopped
marked it off as something worth noting
not sure why, it just stopped me in my tracks
did it resonate the Cartesian duality?
mind & body
one w/ & w/out their other?
was it a fascination w/the thought?
the idea
the separation
the definition
of self & individual
mind & body
life & living
or was it something else?
the words?
the story?
mine, his, the characters'?
in the end I just accepted that
“the brain decides, not the individual that encases it”
put the pen down
& turned the page.

what do you think?

-2003

a time to remember

sometimes the pen stands tall
stands up against the writer
refusing to be guided
guiding instead
the sword wielding the swordsman
forgoing the middle man
getting it right from the source
refusing the translator’s translation
realizing this, I say
"fuck it"
watching as it still ends up on the page

-2003