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Here in Vancouver
Where the crows perch on streetlights
Nature meets city

In a ravine park
I find a silent corner
To jot down haiku

The traffic drones on
Birds chirp as the sun beats down
Leaves sway in the wind

Gently flowing stream
Into a tunnel you flow
From sun to darkness

Sometimes to go low
As water filling a creek
Is the modest way

Treeroots, sticks and mud
A path leads to the old stump
At the ravine`s heart

In the shaded creek
A duck is still and napping
The water flows by

 

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Of course I am grateful for Empire
For the endless concrete roads
All leading from my East Van home
All rolling under the wheels of my longboard
the engineering of my landyatch
the shifting of its’ trucks
the whisper as it eats distance

Grateful I am not trapped in a machine
I have agency
I can roll anywhere
Kick off the street
Even after the Empire crumples
I will kick off concrete for years
Decades until the asphalt cracks
Long after the gas guzzlers are paralyzed

Wind cradles me like the worlds’ love
as if I am a thing of physics
a member of nature
for I can stop
and strap my machine to my back
as if I were a cyborg
and I wear my machine on the outside
rather than the drivers
who are spewed out of their vehicles
when the Empire is down with them

the difference between us
I use the roads Rome built
knowing Rome will fall for its’ sins
mad respect
for the leaders poisoned by power
while the driver’s dream of unearned millions
undeserved power
and scream at the other vehicles

I give way
like water
find the lowest point
settle
and let the world shape me
it’s whims
a breeze
brushing up against my humility

city of mountains

Posted: April 9, 2017 in spiritual, urban, Vancouver

vancouver
a wet city of money, culture and trees
there are such strange tress in vancouver
older
more attuned
primal
the ocean near enough for infinity to be on our backs
yet we are the rocky mountains
the epic reality of seeing them every day
something i dreamed as a child
a cloud filled fantasy
and this is where i live
among the trees

Only been here six months
Already gone through two pairs of shoes-
Precarious precariat
Living like who cares if you lose-

Nothing to shoot for
Nothing to use for ammo-
Let the snow cover my jacket
That’s Canadian for camo-

Hid like a chameleon
Tongue whipped out like a toad-
Snatch the dried fly snack
Of the dirty curb cold-

Arms rolled up
Like receipt paper ready to be used-
Head case pried open
Reveals sixty eight wires ready to be fused-

Precarious robot
Missing parts from the instructions-
Finally did my own taxes
Maybe missed some of the deductions-

Trusting in a universe I made
But probably forgot about-
Traded for a shiny quarter
Before I even got it out-

Looking toward the front of the sky train
See the pilot-
It’s Charon steering the long pole
It’s a hijack-

Hades runs for mayor
With Poseidon as foreign minister-
The jury is full of old fates
Witches and spinsters-

Crows fly Vancouver
Snow piles on the mountain streets-
Status quo keeps the quota up
But are they counting  me?

As I snuggle into my humility
Shaded conformity bubble-
Nothing the shoot at
And not quite looking for trouble-