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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