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July 10, 2017
11:33 AM
Arbeitsleben II

Oops! The goalposts moved.
Can we deliver on time?
Don't think; code, code, code.

June 12, 2017
12:37 AM
style fully wonderful

the country runs its zoetrope
before me

cows and horses
horses and cows

(you need to be just far gone enough
to notice the second sky
and not drown

everything changes
but the river never changes

I put a flat palm to my head
and half-expect to see myself

on the other side  the coast
is decidedly alien
but I can still see you

I can see you
can you see me?

there I am
surrounded by the white fluff

i note and catalogue
while contemplating
my own province or provenance

the city's scarred face
the trees' rabid cuneiform

eighteen geese
mill over the defilade

prepubescent girls
use whole chicken legs
to catch crabs

I once wrote about amber here
(i still don't know what exactly i meant

here I mired my shoes
photographing disaster

here I observed a homeless man  drunk
pissing in a brilliant arc

June 8, 2017
10:22 AM
Limericks VI

There was once a girl from Vancouver,
Who knew how to suck like a Hoover.
She'd often go bust when she'd fill up with dust
For she didn't quite get the maneuver.

There was once a boy from Seattle,
Who was quite in love with his cattle.
He'd get quite forlorn when they'd give him the horn,
For most often he'd lose that battle.

There was a young couple from Thames,
Who both often liaised risqué femmes.
One evening they went to a "room for rent,"
But the mystery swingers were them's!

May 8, 2017
2:39 PM
For Lily

from the busy living room
to the balcony

you stand defiant
slender foot in water dipped
your face turned to the sun

you take in the scene
of cars intertwined
through the cloverleaf

you breathe in
the invisible bay
obstructed by construction

and streets
oh Lily you still have time
but not much

others would hurry
but you will stand there
'til evening

'til the memory of
being cut down
will bloom and blister

like a fiery vision
and you
so precariously leaning

in the instant of
a decision
will gather your whitebrown skirts

coyly dipping your head
as if abashèd
by the sound of the roaring sky

April 29, 2017
6:57 PM

two men at a coffee place
are talking shop

one opens a laptop
with incredible figures filled

and facts

but we quietly know
from the bitter past

that the pitch is a bitch
too good to be true

and won't last

the second will swindle the first
or the first will bite off too much

the venture will fail
when the second perjures himself

all the way to the jail

it simply won't work
they are wasting their time

but we find them fascinating to observe
while we wait for this star

to go out

we patiently rest
we but live to serve

April 18, 2017
8:08 PM
Der Kuss

the neighbours
across the way

discuss some
things at
        & then

just as they're 
likely to

& navigate

the dire
straits  of
 their quotidian

April 17, 2017
12:38 AM
night thoughts

To Evelyn Lau

the sound of cars
on granville cloverleaf

is soothing
like the sound of surf at night

(what silly word this  surf
more apropos

that is  the beating of the shore

back in the bedroom
you flicked off the light

here in the office
I have turned a page

to write
about my quiet disbelief

your claim that
simply put you can't recall

the painful words you told me

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