Archive for the ‘Winnipeg’ Category

I leave the apartment for ten days
Try to take an Artswells road-trip-
I can see that the recycling has built up
Guess my roommates kinda mighta slipped up-

Dishes and laundry is piling up while
My hair and beard are growing out-
Wishes that haunt me just file up
Under the rug I keep pulling out-

Cause I am a scuzz butt
See you tea-
What does that spell?
Now spell it for me- because-

CUT STICKENS IS BACK IN THE CITY
tHE CITY, THE CITY OF SCUZZ
aND HE WONDERS OH WHAT A PITY
WHAT A PITY THAT HE CALLS THIS PLACE
HOME—- wINNIPEG, yeah

Cause I have seen better faces
Better by far-
And I have dreamed better places
Get there by car-

I have seen better clothes
What they call fashion-
Hanging in windows
But I didn’t have the cash and-

I have seen better highways
Harder and strong-
I have ridden the skytrain
Man we got it all wrong-

Cause we’re just stuck in the scuzz
Of the murder capitol-
Like a slurpee sludge
I’m so sick of it all-

Maybe I should pack my shit
Become somewhat of a mover-
Maybe it’s time to sell some shit
And move to Vancouver!

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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-

Cold Words Face Wash 2014

Posted: January 9, 2014 in madness, nature, urban, Winnipeg

Broken tits cold outside
NO LIE
People cuddle up to snow sculptures
and die!
Like sepultras of trying to survive
but you cry cry
crystal snow drips out your eyeballs it’s
FORTY BELOW ZERO
Winnipegers!
superheroes, the power to see my breathe
the power to tempt my death…
the power to zip up my jacket and multi-task
a flask of Sailor Jerry’s and ash into the four foot snow bank.

Yeah, you didn’t even have to ask if if that snowman was your cousin,
Or the snow angel you were hugging was just fluff
sluffing off to the dark cold night with some Vics nyquil
and gravol combo bustin you in your muffin sized jacket!
black contrast that sad kid who can’t keep up in the snowball fight
while we roll call the Transformers
Cause igloos are the original closets with no corners
or faucets, this precipitation is AWESOME!!!

Falls from the sky like volcano marshmallow nights!
Like one in a million but no two snowflakes are alike
face wash fight and flight
chilling with the shovel guzzler
It’s cold cold cold Winterpeg!
Where is Stryker?
steal a bike, start a fire, ignitor,
my tummy hurts, nyquil, meth, ox, said
I mean- these engines of gas won’t last to that-
switch that hat with a real fur hat-
Welcome mat- splish splash, floors killing snow
like whiplash
cars slide on the bars of ice like rails
and it’s hard to climb over snow mountain trails-
a city white covered ghost over burmuda triangle-
abominable snowmansion white castle all the heat ranglers!

Rangling your heat like your landlord wars
over who should be chippin the ice off the steps
pickin the lice off this dead Tauntaun
and I found Luke Skywalker’s body inside
try to map a path to the movies using the skywalk
and the underground mall the halls under the frozen
WONDERSHOZEN!
hands shaking asking for change
making eight eighty for the Westminster sherry
but barely able to say god bless you
in this confused secular future we’ve put our poor in!
Yes poverty is still a capital sin
in this magical spin spun doctured land we call:
China- Canada!

Made in mandarin oranges
mango manitoba metis porridge
we got two statues of Louis Riel
baby you can call me Al-
one at the ledge, one hidden
in the secret sex cult concrete
College de St. Boniface
a tour de grace
a tour of laughs
as potential tourist laugh at the idea
of vacationing in the cold snow center
of the perverse murder capital first train to the postage stamp
TRASH

and I have to admit I love this
tits cold gritty bold city
right down to its last ugly
dirty back alley phantasm of the past.