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Sunday Mirage

Posted: January 20, 2014 in drugs, friends, madness, urban, Winnipeg

Never enough pockets for a night out-
But I’m sick of the hideout-
Time to try out-
Hitting the dance floor and chance-
My pants getting flown-
You know where I’m going-
Trying to keep my toes warm-
In a snow storm-
Writing rhymes while the flows born-
Before it gets aborted-
Shorted out my imagination like a motherboard-
Another hoarded notebook-
So shook up I feel like a monster-
Drinking a vodka Rockstar-
Talking to myself back alley walker-
BFI bin stalking pedestrian-
Not a good Samaritan-
Tonight I’m just a heretic-
Spare me karma I ain’t sharing it-
Fair game for creatures of all sizes-
Blame the quarter sized eyes-
Yellow in the night-
Bright ready to fight-
Like who’s gonna drop gloves first-
Blood lust love thirst-
Red snow and chunks-
Out of luck praying monks-
Keys for the frozen locks-
I suppose it’s time to talk-
Actions cheap and easy-
Sleazy on the replay believe me-
No sad violin solo heard-
Bad ass in this bad ass polo shirt-
Dancing in baggy black cargos-
See how far I’ll go-
Or how far I won’t go any further
Winnipeg, capital city murder-
Sad little fur ball-
No tail a sure fail, a sure fall-
Slip on the ice-
Flip on the lights-
Realize your eyes are bloodshot-
Rubbing in the mud hot-
A tub of melted snow-
Heart I felt it go-
Ten times faster than normal-
Way past dressed informal-
Plaid on the sweat stains-
Place your bets ladies and gents-
Words unsaid but still meant-
Fill me up with black pigment-
Slackers laying the cement-
Bring it, we got it, plus the breathe mints-
Holy shit it’s eleven’ o ‘clock-
Men in heaven of shock-
Hell of a winter so far-
Wishing I had a tin car-
Plexiglass road eagle-
Back seat tattoo needle-
Getting ink on the highway-
Don’t even sink deep enough for my say-
Was it Wednesday or Friday?-
Or does it really matter?-
Splattered pattern like black on cow-
Took a shower-
But where’d I take it?-
Was it a mistake-
Did I break my stink fast-
You’ll get wrinkled in a bath-
Laugh at the hairlessness of the situation-
Flow like butter crunch creation-
Better be a better lunch, than just a bunch of patience-
Caused I’ve sipped all the waiting I can take-
Time to wait for another break-
CAUSE I’VE SIPPED ON ALL OF MY PATIENCE-
TIME TO DO A DOUBLE TAKE-
TIME TO DO A DOUBLE TAKE-
A SELFIE-FAKE MAKE OF MY MIRAGE-
MAKE OF MY MIRAGE-
I feel like an Aesop Rock copier-
And I ain’t willing to get any poppier-
Than that anyways-
I just made up about two or three words up-
With this rhyme, so that’s ten cents a letter-
We’ll talk to Anderson Cooper about the ledger-
He’s a super-dude when it comes to the measure-
Of made-up word economy or whatever-
Pretty broke now-
Shut my wallet mouth up and how-
Sometimes the world gives-
Sometimes it takes-
Wakes you up from an inspiration break-
For Christ sake can’t I keep a jacket?-
Black with fur on the hood gets jacked-
From club two hundred coat check-
What am I supposed to be upset?-
Lost half a pack of smokes and an MP3 player-
Made out with a twenty year old MDMA taker-
Taxi to the after party-
Shit do I have to be smart?-
This girl is kinda peeking-
What kinda weekend is this even?-
Is the there some meaning hidden in the weirdness-
Or is it hidden in the sound of her breathing?-
Anyways I’m leaving-
CAUSE I’VE SIPPED ON ALL OF MY PATIENCE-
TIME TO DO A DOUBLE TAKE-
TIME TO DO A DOUBLE TAKE-
A SELFIE-FAKE MAKE OF MY MIRAGE-
MAKE OF MY MIRAGE-

All the Kinds of Off (c.2008)

Posted: October 16, 2013 in drugs, friends

too many maidens in my mind and marijuana blurs the-
definition
nicotine mint sucking
knights of mixing table
unstable Bednar the Blue Knight
versus the Giants of Randomness
light pollution
and the stress of “downtown living”
acai flavored tequila
girl in baseball cap
(saxophones, oh the glorious saxophones)
and girls in Mickey Mouse hats dancing, dancing…
TURN OFF
BURN OFF
LEARN LOTS
ROBOTS
(snorting-lots-parking-lots-boring-jobs-slow-slobs-no-socks)
“Joe talks!” “Wet socks!” “Pillow talk?” “What? What? WHAT?”
ketamine.what.ja.mean.head.to.clean.esthetically.musta.been.
what.a.fiend.in.a.dream.dissecting.me.used.to.be.used.to.be.
now.I.see.mystically.drifting.seas.listing.deeds.kissing.needs.
DIET
TRY IT
FLY SHIT BUY IT MY SHIT HIDE IT HIGH KID
(lying laughing crying find him!)
REVERT
PERVERT
KINDA HURTS KINDA BURNS INVERT INSERT
(unsure under another slumber)
darkly                                                   wierdly
party                                                     steered me
partially                                              beer dreams
hardly                                                  history
marshaling                                         into me
sharpies                                             what ja mean?
car keys                                                isn’t he?
mark me                                            on ketamine?

Talking to a Friend (c.2008)

Posted: October 16, 2013 in friends

We talk about movies
the ones that we’ve seen
find things in common
or just common things

I try not to love her
if I do I just hide it
cause I know she doesn’t
and it would be one-sided

so we talk about plans
things we will do
some things are repeats
but some things are new

She laughs at a joke
I didn’t realize I made
I dream up a connection
but the dream starts to fade

We talk about the weekend
and where all the days went
we stumble into confusion
she doesn’t know what I meant

She has a lot of friends
and most of them like me
they have good conversations
aware and enlightening

We talk about smart people
try to guess how minds work
but I often say stupid things
and feel like a blind jerk

We talk about music
the songs we sing along
the bands that were good
but have come and gone