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PLATE TECTONIKZ

Cast iron lamp scavanged
set in the faux wooden barn beams
shellaced a dark tone
Night watches closely the table tableaux
salad bowl of ancient turned wood
stained rich with olive oil
The stereo console...Goo From Sonic Youth
thunders...towering china cabinet filled with
heirloom pieces and modern shines
in the evening din
An old wind up grandfather clock cannot
be heard...a television goes unwatched
in the living room..Lana spins the Wheel
with gusto..

across the back raised parking lot
lie the sleeping cars willing to donate
their sleeping blocks to the new two
doors sporty incarnations awaiting
springs tax return slush funds
The tea sits beneath the knitted
comforter...
a fan still rumbles
dogs curl on the mat in the boot
room and a moon climbs over
the shoppe rooftop
the tangle of the lanes trees to
the lake and winterbound cottage
frame a brilliant winter moon

The double sink is full of steaming
soap and bubbles..the window is
misted at the corners
flourescent tube above the curtian
trim hums quietly
My hands love the warmth of the sink
the brush scrubs the plates of various
design...all the silverware is silver
a rarity even now
as was then
Our hips touch..our glistening hands
exchange plates..bowls...implements
sharpened knives with wooden handle
and bone..roast fork...salad tongs
tea cups from previous noon setting
Her hair a brilliant rouge hangs down
obscuring the long lashes on coffee
iris
pale forearms dig in the froth..am I
washing or rinsing in the hot bath
we switched it up often
taking turns to look up past our
reflections in the window
above the sink to admire the moon
Animated conversation and laughter
from the dinner table...the pause
while the tracks end..and then the
beginning of another on the turntable

we are close enough to smell the cologne
and perfume...the hair conditioner
the smell of smoke and winter on our
clothes...the urgency we once felt
still in the touches..the glances
of flesh....the tender bumping
the moon clears the trees and glitters
on the snow...the corner light hanging
from the extended sitting porch above
the garage shines on the trees and
shrubs..illluminates the old school
house chalkboard still full of drawings
from Autumn on the garage wall beneath
Come summer the oil cloth table and
chairs will be drug out from the storage
the cobblestone patio swept free of
dust leaves...
but it all sleeps under the thick mantle
of snow

I lay awake at nights the radio playing
softly...a book set aside..turn off the
light..the moon gleams in through
the space i admit and leave open
a magic land of intense cold
I can hear their lovemaking if I
feign sleep early....and like always
I am the last person to fall asleep
when the cold seeps in...the furnace
turned low to save oil
I am the last person up
forever skipping breakfest but they
hold a plate for me
In time to help the other tenant
shovel snow as he blows the majority
of it with the house machine
sweep snow from the cars
shuffle them about to clear
it all...
the dogs run to the lake barking
freely and sometimes we all walk
out on the lake
squinting in the sun wearing our
shades and snapping pics on the
thirty five..
1987..thirty years ago...gone by
and lifetimes lived since
all of us are still alive
I could go and visit
we could stand as we did
same kitchen ..same plates..
same winter...
and yet....its easier this way
the moat..the wall...the no mans
land
and yet
last time I visited
she had left her earrings
on the shelf
paperwork and an old
remnant sample perfume
bottle...Coco Chanel
He says she left it for
my shrine
once we were twenty
(she was eighteen)
now we are fifty plus
GOO got replaced
by techno and rap
but not the love
not the pressure
of its insistance
it is there in our
letters we exchange
My pics I take in
black and white
like then and send

The moons still
rise full of mystery
and promise
tinged with that
mindful gap

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Comments

we were listening to Iggy Pop..Roger Waters...
Nick Cave..Jesus and the Mary Chain
Depeche Mode...Siouxsie and the Banshees
others...by 1990 i had moved out fifteen miles
to the mill tourist town..hills and rivers...
mystery and enthrallment of a woman six
years my senior...car..apt..tons of records
antiques packed cozy..heated waterbed
hedonism and then some...work drink eat
sleep sex....music twenty four seven..
typewriter in the cramped quarters...
hot showers...and crashes...coming out
of the binges with DT's and slamming it
alive again with meds and ill gotten narcotics
The hill town sparkled like a snow globe village
a different era....I worked like a dog subbing for
an outfit inside the cavernous mill and high
tech machinery of the citesque...Metropolis
world of Kimberley Clark...they made tissue
products...we put in cement stands for new
electronics....busted out the old stubs of
concrete and metal..ate in the portables out
back with the uniformed others...in our eighties
free dressware...we did not have to conform
rebels among the grey wolves with english
meals from english butlers buffet style...steak
potatoes...beef wellington...bisquits tea coffee
hot chocolate....another dimension
then home...case of beer...LCBO right next to
the Beer outlet....arrive home to music thundering
and the Lovefest....

now we are aging....mortality creeping in
looks gone...friends gone...but the original
cast still moving ahead....
I dont want to go back when they are all there
nor need too....I was periphery then
I tell myself this anyway

she doesnt see it that way
they all love me
my coffee cup is still in the cupboard
he says...its a barquentine mug
i bought in 1983
a spoon from a hotel in vienna
i loved still in the cutlery drawer
photos of us...polaroids still
cluttered here and there

....

author comment

Thank U Lavinia!

old true story!
we all hung out like hippies back in the day
pal still has his house...old crew visits
I havent been back since 2005..
focusing on my little Fam here and town crew
city is so small and old school its like a town
to me....call the work trucks..plows...'Township'
trucks..

still in touch with em all via twitter...FB
just waking up...been pushing the old bod
in winter to get out of the two year funk

still laugh every time i pass a hockey rink
or net....havent seen anyone playing street
hockey here in years..streets too busy
'those aren't dents...Those are Goals!!'

Nice hearing from U again!

Mr Wolf!

author comment

there are many maintained winter rinks up here
always someone shovelling snow or slapping a puck
around...
twitter Sook Yin Lee the old much music deejay posts
fun pics...one of her friends from another country likes
hockey but he calls the puck a ball..so I sent a comment
about the street hockey...those orange round balls...
havent looked up funny russian hockey vids yet..
always a hoot...although I am aware of the strict rules
over there and that nasty business ongoing in ukraine!

been doing my usual struggle....quit boozing lately...cost
of money and mind set fades fast past fifty...why there
are not many old drunks about...they just die!

steppie moved on....back to homeland...living with happening
gramma who is younger by her grampas age....Lori is almost
same as as his new wife back in the day....but hes a happening
man...Tay moved on with new frenchman man...funny dude I
worked with when they visited to take apart some furniture from
her room...She said...Is this guy better then the last one?
she burned through a few but they stayed here on and off for
the four year runs with them! Told her U can work with this guy
might not be the super crazy pyscho excitement of the others..
being shes no shrinking violet she knows how to handle herself
the old anger from the past and using what she likes..

so running the system with my two handlers...male pack leader
jostling during all those times gave us some happy memories and
the grind....but at least forward movement is occuring in its natural
order...she has two jobs....keeping her looks and self promotion going
and her new man is picking up where i was doing it all before..
paying for the rent most part...got a good mom..friends of his...
not insecure....most important....woman like that u just cant be...
gotta let them range...its in em..some women! i admire that...
so thats good...hanging out with him...hes the same age as my Chloe
who is back too posting her sketchs she does on twitter..moved in
with her man...says she questions about love ...but like me the business
of survival comes first.....we write periodic comments...and shes like
my Bunni...Loves hard rock..tatoos...daring exploits...and has a good
heart...got her crazy pension like me...she gets double what I get but
she has been through the mill....but still going and seems like me to
have levelled out...

Bunni and I have settled in with the co habitation....I got my own place
in the old school Motel run by two brothers...own a lot of buildings in town
a few businesses out of the motel..hair saloon and asian resturant the old
clientele of city love.....frontstaff is mix of old girls and young girls...walking
down the long hall to my room second floor they had TOXIC cranked
love that song....I get along with most on my floor....
hitting the stay sober crowd meetings.....i want it...
go a sponsor maybe..
I do my mall every other day....got my crowd of pretties to say hello...
with my salt and pepper beard now...long hair..rabbit fur hat..old vintage
leathers...army bag I look like quite the character...More secure now that
I took time to figure out the women...and myself....
on other sites where I have my want of women to chat with as
besties and other...
got no steady other here...too political and complicated
and most want to not be alone either...
and romance and the good stuff that follows...

been writing here forever...and other sites..
got a good following on twitter and FB
enough lovelies and chums and famous
people to interact with as an artist

was wondering what U been up too
and your man...still remember your photos
and works...takes me awhile to comment
but I read your recent

during all that crazy times here running
and working full more then now..back to
two days every two weeks
love the freedom
miss the money but its not about everything
I just read chick books.....potter was written
by Rowlings...so basically its a chick book
read up on her and watched all docs on her
start.....and then the other indie books by
women....love how they think around the corners
still making new friends here male and female
the new self assuradness helps me cut into the
professional crowd...more well dressed more
toys like cameras and they travel so they have
travel stories....and i sit with the top dogs
during coffee in the food court....where i hold
my little pack court...
been good...

white roses...yup
and love of hockey...
missed cherry but hes a star...still go on about
the old players...i remember a lot of the old players
and look them up now and then
watched the news...rare for me
but i have to keep up with whats out there...
saw Crosby get his thousand goal and went
on to win the goal that won his team a few
day back..excellent!

nice to see U back again Lavinia

Mr Wolf!

author comment

for some the normality of normalacy is malignant in the fiery soul
I know some who said....I am just settling...and they did...fighting every corner
for ground
as it is now they have a shared mortgage..children whom they love
indiscretions and separate vacations...
She still visits the old haunts in the beginnings that are cost effective.
wandering in the old glories...but even now...from twenty to fortyish
the magic dust of those years has faded..

I hold onto the memories...keep em alive in stories to her
we had many times I could have went to her..
but always since her decisions threw up the wall..
like good neighbours...keep our bodies in check
perhaps not the will...the old magic...

she is bright ambitious doors opened
she worked hard....
thats the ongoing....surviving...
I like the ideal of the old flame smouldering
coming to life in special seasons when we
used to meet....our partners let us
In the words of my present woman..
'He knows what side of his bread is the butter!'

another I know
stayed single....climbed the corporate ladder
married..hubby passed....money is not an
issue...nor backing...parents shelter her still
has too....that high up...the compound of
physical social has to be set...
interested in me but being the rambler and
she being in control all her life....it did not work
well...not on paper...

still...she haunts my page on another site
saying nothing....we are now beyond words
but she lingers.....
and some are just fiery..
so i have let up on her...paying attention like
I do to my pack....but I have always a few
its just the old business that i did long ago

I came from small towns and lived in cities
for long enough to get a feel...and i thrived
and survived well...offers for greater solidity
but i was with someone who had not yet gotten
their ground...so i enjoy working towards their
goals...then just cutting them adrift.
what I do...

another....natural beauty..brilliant...but driven
she brokers her deals and if u can you just
accept....the catch is the men she likes and
are drawn too are total show runners...
their hope is she will fit happy in their heart
shaped box....course that will never happen
boredom comes too easy....the greater drives
which are not that connected to the emotion
of reason scorch the confines of the latch
and freedom arrives...run and release

at the moment shes settled....i realize she can
adapt..she doesnt need the finery this man
offers her...I truly understand the out there
impact the crazy men gave her...
that song they played on Eli and I used to
hear on FM radio when I was a teen in the
early eighties...'Ringing my bell'
there are those who only truly feel and experience
the fullest at the most wildest..
the calm and what would be wonderful and fulfilling
to some isnt it......and the high reachers love the
excitement of their energy..all consuming
the obsession and maintenance
but U either can live on that kind of a burn
as life...and the quiet times or nothing in between
studied these people all my life....
they are my friends.....

since sobering up this time...the clarity is totally
here unlike last....where i would say..fuck it
here is this reason and that to get wasted...
not this time....
when i woke up on this road trip realizing i was
living the life did I go...uh...I think I am like these
people....before I was like...ah..Meh...I can do a
great job here being like them....but then the total
trust...incorporation of movements..nope...
ur either one of them to get in that close and
exist pull along them and ahead of them or
your not..

now the settling....
I settled....I had too...and I wanted it...
I can have what I want...
in me to get it....or it just walks up
and says hello and we run with it from there..
not the usual reality for most...

what is the value

we want the settled to grow more fiery
become just as daring..impulsive
adaptive when the fire fizzles..
the energy goes towards living on that
level and not the comforts of house
cable..internet...pets....clothes..insurance
and debt connect to family for what they
gave us.....
always a biggie...

and the romance suffers from the grinding
which all do..
value...

both my girls know they are settling at twenty
something....so they are not blind..and equally
within days weeks they can find someone
how they run and operate...

at least four people i know busted their asses
for others.....difficult people to begin with
rare for any to live with them....just the way
they are.....the costs of divorce settlement
and anyone over six months in canada is
considered common law and assets are
equally divided....let along child support
if marriage is there...natural children and
step....that is natural....but its costly in a
nasty end sometimes...

another i know just thew everyone under
the bus....but today has a big property
worth over a hundred fifty grand...
and struggles....so she has it all...
but at what personal cost...

i got fifteen cents in my pocket
on the pie chart majority of money
is just keeping everything afloat
here and at my place
just barely there...
cant even afford a bus pass
but the walking keeps me in shape
so i focus on the value of work
and discomfort...
and actually been meeting others
who are doing well hanging on out
there....stripped of jobs by retiring
etc..suprised at the good they see
and find in their walks and existance
and bumping into likeminded chewing
on the edge ..

ive actually had fine offers...and turned
them down.....i know that the excitement
and challenge living with the challengers
is more my value then the comfort of
turning myself into a house cat...house wolf
who loves loping the land and cityscape...

when u pull the plug and make the moves
the things get better or worse but U do
find yourself..I dont rue any of the moves
i did.....everyone is driven to get what they
want......but the more flexible the better...
i never wanted to live in any cage setting
its not me....
i come and go and it works

fifty three....i still think open minded
dont take no bullshit...speak my mind
and am also quieter..
which allows others to move in
check me out...
which they are doing

i am happy here...but i know
the One i have in mind
and should that present itself
i have paid my debts here
kids grown...settled...
i can move adapt anywhere
now...not afraid of the world
as i once was...

perfect...no...everyone has the grind
days.....but there are beautiful moments
my people i chose to be with did not have
the moments of youth i had...
nice to help out nice memories for them
they need me more...once they get their
what i wants settled which is peanuts for
me on the grand scale
and I do have My moments

life is interesting is it not?

we have a great country
i chose to live in the town like cities
i love the lake and woods close enough
that when i truly need them....
in a half hour walk....im there...

but I hear you Lavinia

thanks for the input and reconnection

Mr Wolf!

author comment

I will use the word beautiful,
I know it is disliked by a few
but this piece is truly Beautiful,
it sings a song of days gone by
and free youth in their ways and thoughts.
Mind you I love Tectonics
and watched many a programme on the subject
when younger so I missed the actual earth move
except in this piece,
where your or whoever's love shone through,
and would move mountains.
Great write 5 Stars plus.
Yours as always Ian..

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