Not Love Me

Best to not love me when I see all the dark shadows between spaces. The silence is my cave I have no problem being there for months. Reflecting. Loving you between sighs. I am not from your street corner but we speak the same slang. You could love me too easily and I’m jealous of…

Driving my New Car

It was a cool night in May my brother’s birthday and my sunroof off on the highway. I picked up my girlfriends to bring them back to 1984. We bear the cross with our outings leaving dishes and kids in sink husbands in disarray wide-eyed and handing out cash for popcorn and music legends. Do…

Soul mates in the waiting room

We did not fit in that house always felt like my neck was too long for the kitchen like Meg in that video with Jack. We did not fit in the bedroom my sex was too dry for your heat. We fit in the car perfectly. Back seat sex was us. We did not fit…

On the toilet

Had this vision of my dad sleeping in his bed last night thinking of how each year passes and no love is ever forgotten. You can fool yourself for one night while drunk and smoking weed listening to a live band from Seattle wondering where your youth went and how come you never moved to LA….

Her illusions

I do not have illusions of being great or the best at what I do. I could not care less of others rise but what I care about is how some people use others to get to the top cling-on to the kings and queens and pretend they got their on their own merit when…

Follow Up Poem

To the one I wrote a while back about our trip where tears wrecked the drive as you threw words at me like darts. I meant to keep quiet but I can’t bite my own tongue I have to tell you how roller coaster rides are not my thing, how being alone with me is…

Birds

These poems flow like a waterfall I can see it clearly down the whitewashed hall high school is not truly over all my life I’ve been searching for that one four-leaf clover. A and A and B and B I could rhyme in my sleep and still see how words are on my skin paper…

Coffeehouse Love

Ray Lamontagne’s voice is so distinct I pick it off before the twenty-year old barista can as distinct or obnoxious as this province has come to be. Quebec left the map of Canada long before Bill 101 destroyed it. Caffe latte has a flower when you sit down to enjoy it if not, the lids…

Calling you

I called you and lied about all my honesty. I broke the railing while sliding down with my ass sore from the fall and the ground once more pulling me down. You want my rhymes to meet yours but they like their loneliness the road mostly travelled on my book tour. I slept alone waiting…

Funk

I already went to the cemetery yesterday to make my goodbyes a hello again. I would rather kiss tombstones than nothing at all. Eight years ago I drove to Sherbrooke street for morphine and here I am, lighting candles and adding more flowers my dad would have loved. He had all his words in place…

dirty streets 

It’s a losing battle in a noisy city and tiny places ground me encompass my needs direct my attention to three tables instead of fifty. I am a bohemian and high class haughtiness bores my wallet. I care naught for fancy shmancy I prefer tiny corners holes in the wall that no one knows exists…