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flight path
sometimes its far from simple
one left turn
one moment talking too long
a moment overlooked
i never know what i do wrong
that pisses people off around me until much later
when its too late
cant fill in the gaps
try to hold my own here
writing down the messages within my head
that need marking
a word here a remark there
im no magician there is no magic
you dont want to take me
you dont want to bother with details
why are we here then at the crossroads
look see my burdens
rest awhile talk a spell
too busy for that
then get on down that path
karma dictates what exchange will
go down
cross the paths
fire in the eyes
nothings ever the same twice
ive been so ungoddamn unliked
taken on the taken on
been run through that knothole
that fine ol knothole
its like an old freind
say whats happening
you remember me again
where did all the photos go
letters from home
sweetness tucked into
pages moist with kisses
time to run from the big burn
okay okay i be moving
leave it all for you
keeper of the trades
you sent it back
in a box long like a coffin
dragged it up there
those steep stairs
i fetched it right
goddamn it was all there
you know something though
im going
somewhere
you say yah damn right
but its alright brother
ill be gone in a year
bury me now
aint no one going to
dance on my grave
with the full story
sweet mother of mercy
wish i could just chill
and let you know
im alright
im fine
i got shit to do this year
gotta make poems art paintings
maybe publish but i gotta tell you
i doubt that will happen
chapbooks someone mentioned
what the hell is a chapbook
i have no money i dont have enough
poems i need an editor a spell checker
person i was supposed to be an artist
first not a poet
im laughing now im finding this funny
poems Gwendolyn McEwan
Poems Margaret Atwood
Poems Milton Acorn
these are my few current lovelies
dead or alive
want to know what???
in Gravenhurst Ontario Canada i lived in a Motel
and my "job" was to collect beer bottles and cans
on the highway the bi pass four lane lots of
walking up and down and then to the beer store
but i did it and i made my female freind do it too
K E L L Y K R U S T O and she did
a real trooper
it was crazy we made enough for coffee
and some beer maybe
dont remember
ha ha
smokes yes freakin smokes for kelly
but we servived
i would have to walk all the way to Bracebridge to get the cheque
but i would do it ten kilometers away
and back
and we would go to the store just down from the Motel
and buy food and brind it home
crazy eh wild wahhhhhooooo
amazing really