Oh Canada

The little blonde boy chews chocolate
With rich indifference
The woman hands him her phone
A strategic move
The chocolate is done
And somewhere
They are crying
Over rice

Safety

Poetry should speak truth
It’s something that wasn’t meant to share
Yet entertaining
Nobody really cares
I’ll grab a mic
Stare into the light
So ego, vanity and validation
Will hoist me
Into the night
And into the many lonely hearts
That want to bite
Off a piece
And swim it home
Through paved abominations
Under glowing safety beacons

If I chose to accept a banal existence
Like a shitting Dinosaur
Bored of the same giant leaf
Accepting defeat would be the greatest inspiration
To eat
But to share
Invoke stares
Hostile glares
Wet lips for a dare
I move on, and on
The greatest threat to inspiration
Is safety

Double Wide Trailer

Double Wide Trailer

I used to live in a double wide trailer
Surrounded by mansions
With three other guys
And two big dogs
Dirt poor
4 guys from 4 bands
We would practice in the living room, if you could call it that
4 bands, one after the other, all day
Punk bands
Like rats in a tin can
It didn’t take long to go insane
Drunk, my roommate came home
He wanted to wrestle
I didn’t
I punched him in the eye
“You son of a bitch! Fuck off!”
I’m not the violent type, but that felt good
Real good
We were in bands, so we had girlfriends
4 guys, 4 girls, 1 double wide trailer with paper thin walls and two dogs
At night
“Oooooh!” she would moan
And the dogs would howl
That’s how it started
Funny how sex is contagious
And how jealousy is felt through walls
There was a mismatch of lovers
Angry, horny and jealous
Listening to your friends screw through paper mache
In a double wide trailer
Now it’s your turn
And theirs to listen
And when you’re done, another begins
“Oooooh!”
We hid pot in the wall
Once we even shit in the wall
That was funny
When the cops busted in
The middle of the night
Looking for a beating
All they could smell was shit
The cop saw a picture of Hitler
A Dead Kennedys poster
“Are you a Nazi?” He asked
“Are you?” I replied
Angry cops
The pound took the dogs
Held them ransom
$200 or the mutt dies. You have three days.
My girlfriend paid it
I gave the dog away
Ex girlfriend
We were evicted, of course
Like lifting a rock and watching beetles scatter
I wonder who lives there now