another lame country song about love

you be x's
i'll be o's
we'll play a game of tic tac toe
you go, you're first
my lips are pursed
hold your breath, dive in head first

your x's on my lips is all I need
my o's an oh my God don't make me plead

love is one of those games of tic tac toe
that nobody wins
unless somebody knows
the game
and how to work the grid

and didn't you say that you wanted to play
but you had somewhere to be
at the end of the day
and so
you left, in the midst

of our tic tac toe

Barf Bag Contemplations on a Long Flight "Home"

forty one thousand and one forty feet
above the land upon which my heart and mind meet
above the street
tracked with divets
she pivots
her flight to the top left
to the far west
to the coast
with the most
to the host shall we toast
this winnipeg rye
at this diner
that serves breakfast all day
and on this bread
we shall spread
this warm packet of marmalade
neon and freckled
with screaming specks of orange zest
like my chest
burnt from the sun
the marshmallow
burnt by the fire
lips dry and jaded
rehydrated
by your kiss
that i already miss
i'm so parched it's pretty
gregariously gritty
i need you to sit me
back and be with me
and kiss me
of course!
what else would we do?
except stand in the parkinglot
and dance to the rythym of cars over there
as the dark sets the air
saturated in her blue evening gown
not complaining, but it's raining
like a broken pepper shaker
cloud's a faker
but i'll take 'er
let's just go back inside
just to hide
from everything that isn't love
we can watch the windshield
and contemplate the rain drops
inconspicuously welling
like the swelling and the tears in my
eyes collecting water
and salt
and reasons i love you
and carrying messages down to my lips
window base
of my face
and it tastes like everything you've ever said
makes my stomach ripple like white rum
drunk straight
up and out of here
face north and turn left
like i left you
but do know i go back
to the mountains
between which your heart got stuck
just your luck
but no fret, not just yet
i shall keep it here safe
and wait
at the gate by the border
that keeps ups apart
like the border i trace round your heart
and mine
for one love we'll be fine
it's just time
we still have the moon
we still have the night
and tonight
this delusion of seperateness dissolves
like sleeping bag seams
and it seems
i'm out of paper?
to write,
just enough room to say good night
and whisper 'i love you'
inside

freshly ground moonbeams

i'm holding out till night time

till the sun has slipped on her evening gown

till the the town

has shut her eyelids down

like the city skyscrapers close their curtains

till i'm certain

day is distant

till the eve socks all resistance

serupticiously

i wait

but for one delicious taste

of midnight sky

seasoned with stars

and freshly ground moonbeams

and dreams

little dipper

contemplative little sipper

of sedative sleep, slumber, soundly

profoundly, peaceful

restful in this nest

full of pillows plush

no need to rush

to travel a trip into dreamland

but hush

here comes the sandman

hold my hand

let's take the quick sand

we'll get there fine

and here you're mine

we've not much time

in dream less sleep, our sleepless dreams

flow fast like streams

this sacred space

the only place

i can hold you and kiss you

and mold you and miss you

so let's do our best to

hold on

but hold on

say what?

local weather is next? after a word from our sponsors?

blast! i held fast!

but the alarm came at last!

and this morning is a mourning

and suddenly that distinction makes sense to me

(it dawns on me!)

and i'll greet the day with apprehension

timid tension

for it will be hours until we meet, my sweet

till then, i'm holding out till night time

till the moon chases the sun 'neath the mountains

and the fountains of this sleepy town

find the stream to the dream where i kiss you good night

sleep tight

good night

haikus

come back to my place

we'll have ice cream for dinner

and we will all melt

(above: sara and me on the way home from the beach. we had ice cream AFTER dinner on granville island with james. yay summer!)

breakfast ballad

morning comes
my soul awakes
my bowl of flakes
awaits me
the soy pours like the milky way
like a saturated moon sponge squeezed
i'm pleased
with ease, like running fingers up a piano
*run fingers up piano here*
my spoon hits the bowl, sings in soprano
*ding*
i'm ravenous
so i'm havin this
spoonful right now
my stomach smiles
for she's walked miles
pacing through my dreams
a coffee with two creams
dances on my tongue
smooth seductress
toothsome temptress
and the fruits on my plate
kiss my pallatte
this fruit salad
is a ballad
of emotions and notions and symphonic potions
conducted by my fork and straw
this edible orchestra
is harmony
far from being
dissonant
even with the innocent baby mandarin
(who is speaking mandarin at that!)
singing brighter, sweeter, happy-higher
than the choir
alto apple
is an ample sample
ambidexterous ability
of humerous humility
while the mango does the tango on my tongue
the fun's not done
there's still a ton
and I can't stop her
swimming through this ball popper
of giddy grapes
this melon is a felon of my taste
*rrrrrrrrrrrrring*
there goes the school bell
best make haste
tralalalalalalala

i carry your heart with me

i carry your heart with me
(i carry it in my heart)
i am never without it
(anywherei go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)
i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

ee cummings

lover for the day

sitting on the garden gate
hot sun on my face, i wait
cool breeze blowing
at my back
softly knowing what i lack
reminder
your warmth comes only with the sun
a love that's young
and then it's done
won't stay the night
setting beneath the horizon
letting me feast my eyes on
the moon
too soon
i have yet to gather warmth for tonight
cold when you're gone
so long
i curl myself up - face into heart
i breathe where it's dark
and though it's late
i'm still awake
and i make
pictures - designing dreams
of what i want with you
to have you stay
warming rays
my lover for the day