Dragged those files all over the place … blew her dress up around her face ... telegram headlines haunting you ... no brakes rolling down the hill ... digestive trail on the road ... brandy flare and golden hair hanging in the loft ... chewy steak and layer cake stir memories of a Rama summer ... soap on the water blown along the shore ... steeple top crucifix adorns the countryside ... white rose store, warped plank floor, shelves old and empty ... sing-a-long with car radio song ... dirt road dust in your eyes ... bush on fire, swollen tire ... never to be seen in a casino again ... don't grieve for lost emotion ... don't leap through the rear view mirror … cowbirds greet you in the parking lot ... zero in on the shopping carts ... walk a swollen mile around the mall ... footwear stigma ... old kale chipped shoulder ... tremolo sun just begun ... blow up behind the bench ... swinging a rusty wrench at a sink of dirty dishes ... power play in the hall by the foreman's office ... a baby oil request from the steam bedroom nest that the camp cook had blessed ... sipping February nights down at the laundry ... pizza eyes popping through the bars in jail wondering about the score ... no one can ignore the news ... the robber got away but had to snooze ... in his van at the intersection of Bowen and Cruz ... they found him passed out with the loot, stinking of booze ... with a Valentine card signed in blood ... and a note that read, "I'll get out of dept or die buying " ... impulsive prick at the end of a shift waiting for the new girl in the house ... so sayeth the drunkard from the ditch, "this bottle is empty and life is a bitch" ... we laugh at your prayers, we piss in your home ... we eat soda crackers while polishing chrome ... dance like never planned ... romance of the seven glands ... peaked out at twenty ... could handle it sunny ... begging at thirty, whickered and dirty ... the sixties hit like a bad acid trip ... the congregation chatters about sexual matters ... paper cup, blades of steel, Pacific rim frontier ... blow-out game, freezing rain, ringing in your ear ... septic smell, news from hell, the politics of power ... oh ain't that neat ... the president tweets ... while you try to swing, he tips his wing, then flies over the golf course ... the scourge of parenthood, they keep coming back ... conference with the king, a real estate dream ... turn churches into homes with a five year fixed term loan ... it's a cold trail behind the pulp mill ... you'll make a lot of money, but you'll spend it first ... on a cruise around the world ... getting fat, seeing all the sights ... poor boy in the corner, staring into the jungle ... here comes the jewelry brigade with colorful hats ... if you don't like history, shred the facts and re-write it ... re-ignite it and send it to the post ... this early morning watching Nat King Cole, listening to Captain Beefheart ... I can't sleep, I can't eat, I can't tweet ... they waive the fee, admission free ... no common ground from you to me ... repeat turkey news, moonshine fungus booze, fired staff on cue, network snoring pews, born paying annual dues, on board a viral cruise, with shit stains on your shoes, a loud chorus of boos, mufflers they don’t use, with rings around the fuse, a thing they won’t reuse, the house you’re going to lose, green tarp window blues … all the programs on campus will close early tonight due to sincere weather conditions … fair motion ride ... you're so right, in your shoes tonight … you converse like you're dying from thirst … with arm you will slay the mighty beast … we hit the iceberg, but I never heard a word … I was asleep dreaming about hot sex … trapped in a fire, flying off the balcony … abused at school by the golden rule … sniffing glue to keep my mind away from you … it's not your fault the way you are … it was trauma tarp you sailed passed … fair motion ride.
Bill fears no beer !
Cave of the umpire … streak in the sky … shady eye spectator … garbage sale gloom … smoke in the basement … flames of deceit … bound by the limits … weak link on the team … only as good as your worst neighbor … when the novelty wears off and you wake up in a trough, under a nuclear threat, could be your last cigarette, in the frantic craze of the media haze … At 5:30 pm I made a call to a friend, just another old guy who was waiting to die … I can’t face my face, it got so out of place in the neon halls of the shopping mall … heed the wrath of man with a radical plan, an evil relation to a power fixation … I’m a land locked man, vi in the sand, at the end of the rainbow you’ll be eating apple pie … somewhere in Sointula you’ll be grazing in the rye … little sister, wedding resister, witness to a back alley crime … keystone cupid, make me look stupid at the altar of the Lord, don’t get bored, it’s just a minor chord over and over again … I’m enthralled with the thralls in gowns that flow across the floor … Surrey came to Pender on a cold Friday night … oh the wonderful quiet of Xmas ... the Xmas morning ambulance siren ... the Xmas snow plough ... the Xmas restless neighbor .
