Western Union Telegram ... got the message ... here I am ... says she wants to visit the old disco haunt, after all ... they got on board, except for me ... heading out on stormy seas ... missed the boat, just like before... Western Union Cablegram ... she wrote what I don't understand ... signed by a lawyer, notarized ... guess I'll run for cover ... skip town like a cheating lover ... don't think I'll pass this way again, unless in a pine box …
The jolted peddler could smell Salome's breathe ... satanic manager got sacked in the zone ... compelled in sorrow to give up the throne ... peddle your wares, whomever will buy ... Canadian snow birds fly south where it's warm and dry ... retired professionals of Lillooet beckon ... release the streets from the evil hounds ... the narrow view of the big collapse ... lock the doors and shut off the taps ... happiness and pain, at Davenport and Main …
The union kin made demands like before ... light a match, lift the latch, watch it go up in flames ... they had a call of duty, routine dragged them down ... young busy bodies stuck out in the cold ... weakened by the rust of years until they're old and brittle ... down at the water's edge the auto wreck revealed ... among all the dents a body was concealed ... wrapped in a raincoat with a message from someone ...
“drive very careful and get the shopping done” …
The muscle lack of motivation ... shocked awake in morning calm ... go your way alley cat ... meet you in a few hours near the school zone by the bright neon lights ... she cut off a drywall truck after she dropped off the kids ... compression vying her mind ... restless line up at the gadget store ... multi-cultural group clutching paper cups ... they don't internalize their urban pain ... pepper sprayed in the rain ... volunteered to knock on doors ... invite me in for wine and more ... invent new slogans, move more product ... join the fans in momentary mental relief ... let it all hang out the sunroof ... we'll be chemically deranged in moonlight …
Committed to the hidden truth ... splashed with chronic eyes down streets of Gas town ...
young and indestructible, bright outlook on life ... flooded with ideas ... a career steer to success ... encounters filed with a color coded flag ... no hard landing if you're understanding cosmic signs ... land baron's dilemma ... wide eyed to mend the fence ... capture a deal, something to steal from the down and out ... innocent pay while psychotic money spreads around ... open the gates, build mansions with cheap labor …
The weasel in your wood pile ... the snake under your skin ... make friends with regret ... everyone needs something to forget ... no map for you to follow … owner's manual not included ...
Watching the movie, "200 Motels" puts me back on the straight & narrow …
Rance, Lance, Vance, dance, pants ...
Casino Joe ... Scarborough Bluffers ... I've got tears from cutting onions in the camp kitchen …
pillars of the village square … taunt me with idle flare … highly motivated elementary … laughing pilgrims drowning at sea … they talked of how their science failed … hillside cross no love was nailed … Hoo doo, yoo doo, gardens shine in tropical plumage …
You don't want air bags to kill you … you don't want the fire alarm panel to catch fire ... you don’t want mothers and fathers to kill their children … you don’t want your house in a sinkhole …
If I could make you happy, I'd make a wish … if I could feed the hungry, I'd prepare the dish … some of us seem satisfied … most are taken for a ride … don't believe all you read … just count to ten and it will go away … if I could be more helpful, you know I'd try … if I could be more persuasive, I would not lie … I've seen the way they get things done … they disagree then pull a gun … we take more than we need to survive … we find common contaminated ground … adapt to change that flies around … if I was your soul companion, I'd be content … we could live our lives, in a surplus tent … get removed from the status quo … walk the beat, play it slow … if I was a sandman patron, I let you sleep …
There's a no-fly zone in your happy home … there's an old shoe can on the stairs … there's a dust bin drain flowing down the lane … there's a seaport store with a warped wood floor … there's a quiet place where few tourists loom … there's a pigeon fight on the news today … the candidates promise you the moon … there's a lonely train in the prairie rain … there's a small town fading out of sight … there's a Union Jack on a Cadillac … gliding on gravel in the night … when the output rage gets weak with age … when there's no sole left on the shoe … roll call came, they called your name … flashbacks were all consuming …
Dry heave boys were at it again ... turn the corner and what do you find ... a man starving himself all week then gorging on "All You Can Eat" ... management request he leave … you can't sit on the fence … in a world so intense … information so condensed … I promise you the moon … I promise you the moon ...
Here rain, hear your name, your environment … here rain, hear your name, your biology … no tales of woe … news day is slow … Fraser Valley passing by … don't you know it feels like the highway … Port Mann bridge says hello … don't you know it feels like the highway … fading city awfully pretty … don't you know it feels like the highway …
All the old folks say, it was better yesterday, when autos could be fixed without a bag of magic tricks … they gather without warning, fill tables in the morning, diamond in the rough, calling poker bluff … planet that we made was better in a cave, fabricate and pave … anything extreme is weakening the team …
jade with advancing age, optimism turns the page ... youngsters in another world … irony of dying in a plane crash on the way to a funeral … irony of drowning while trying to catch fish … there's panic on the bus, cause no one looks like us …
Down and out in seven, can’t keep the pace … wander through Locklevan, in the ruins of Boniface … eyes burnt by soot, sunset on the Deer foot … recover from the sting of a lover … finally ran out of gas in a snow covered pass … the complacent stage, the lingering age … the gargoyle girl … pearl of pedestrian poise … nothing of consequence to say … no brick of wisdom to convey … they were beverage hounds of blasphemy … a toast to our musky peers … domestic foreign catastrophe … can’t believe you’re anywhere … turn back the clock change your hair … relive happy times … etched through crooked lines … can’t believe you anymore … lobby dreams on congress floor … pick a fight on a chrome dog night … sacrifice us to your economy king …
The subway of your mind, no time to dance or dine ... this dying is going to kill me, the food will feed your cancer, exhaust fumes fill your lungs, it's a noisy world for baby, ringing eardrum crazy, they mount you like a whore with information, it's a corporate education for the benefit of fat cats …
Undisciplined past ... we'll bring the ballpark to you ... asbestos free zone ... like no other home ...
Full of barbiturates on a Sunday afternoon, left the El Macombo, walking doom, downtown danger, creepy eyed strangers, no hospitality down the cabbage town alley, old dirty brick buildings, old sewer steam streets, upper rooming house window, no sun shine, temperature soar, brown blood floor, speed into panic mode forsaken load ... step down ... step down … there was a call from the forest a long time ago, you cut and paved where no human should go, with love lost pain the soldier-on game, kill the power to the tower, let the dogs go to sleep, put your guns away, so we can walk down the street, there are daffodils just over the hill of garbage at your feet, the steel and glass, the rain of concrete ... step down ... step down …
Sweet Ammeena, Honey Parker, living over a septic tank, moonshine love …
Democracy breeds hypocrisy ... Black Friday camping out on the car dealership parking lot …
Try not to wake me if the plane is going down …
May your engine never run out of fuel ... may your tomahawk fly straight and true ... may the wind fill your sails ... may people learn to park at the library ...
Like a wax house hand-me-down, they uglify this town ... a rendezvous at Turtle Creek … a program to be followed … a kick back from the frozen man … an ill fated journey home … her big brown eyes disarm you … by the warehouse garbage bin … Wolfgang lecture of deceit … suburban home of fantasy … they did the neighbors proud … they campaigned for the poor … they bore the media wrath … they shoveled shit in the rain … go empty out the whiskey train … get harbor from the changing winds … let the credits roll to the end … shiver the night away outside the window … the guests have come and gone … nothing remains of what was … from a different point of view … walk on silver water …
