This poem has appeared in Granville.
x reflected in y reflected in z
the moon
lone stars
tree
sky
i can reach out on water reflections
anywhere
i and the sirens in the
distant city
soldiers out on a walk
the moonlamp shines bright
three girls
silence
the waves
the path leads your way
soon
the light
and the sound
smell of weed
english bay
what's a ride without fall
some stupid old fart shouts
no riding on the sidewalk
like in 1996
but he's soon left behind
80s neon on my left
stylish japanese chicks
on my right
and the turn
the clubs
c'mon let me in
hey guys let me do
a drum solo sailors
but these are fake
here we met
i turn back
to give all my change
to a girl
i don't mind
i ask her name
then forget it
just in case tell her mine
then the bridge 1390
and back
and burrard stands
on eternity
the harbour like death
black in a warm way
no brakes in a frenzy of wind
i piss in the bushes
'bove the overpass
and the moon is still there
rise on granville
just me and my brother
pass curb road sidewalk curb
faster faster
and the streets are one
and my pain is memory
speed is my light
and the air
and the lamps
and the turn
are deranged
and i come in home from the night
i come back
changed