Thursday, November 25, 2010

drunk blah blah blah typer

poisoning the well

the need has began taking the heart
the soul
the organs and the spirit.

i'm afraid it's gone too far,
that there is more poison than water
in the well

and we are doomed.
fate sealed tight

the genie is out of the bottle and pounding my
chest with a hammer
he needs to have his wishes.

he wants me to have my wishes,

i want my wishes.

as the devil sews on wings
i sit here in silence
wondering if i'm losing it
or if it's lost

if it's the poison I want or to be

Friday, November 5, 2010

road beers

None of this makes as much sense as I thought it would.
I don't know what you're doing
What you've been doing,
I've made it a point not too.

I'm here now, where you are 
I'm in the quick sand
I'm with you

Be a little kinder
Throw me that branch
It's right there
You can see it
And I can see it too.

It's pathetic,
Tell everybody,
Tell the web designers, make sure the label reps know too.

The cats claw,
The car alarms,
The best bars,

Hope everything is awesome. 

Antlers in the Snow

I've been spying on the drunks
(tonight I'm not one of them)
from my
living room window.

I put the kettle on and
wait for it to sing

the slurred banter runs from the street
into my kitchen

I get out my favorite
black mug,
the one she left behind
and squeeze half a lemons juice into
the hot Red Tea.

National Geographic is on the television
at 2:45 am. It's an hour long special on the Moose.

I have been sober (and sane) for 4 nights now,
while it seems
the Moose has for his entire life.

I sip the tea, I wait for rest.

I've been thinking of you,

Just so you know.

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Christmas 1995

I don't remember much of Thunder Bay
outside my fathers backyard.
He had about 50 acers and
We spent most of our time together out there.
I guess that's what men and fathers and sons
normally do.
I was usually fine with it but I was also lazy
and brought up with 3 overly cautious women so,
it was a change.
remember one morning looking out the guest room window
and seeing two bears outside,
the larger one was jet black the smaller (still big)
was a little lighter and climbing one of the old
trees about 30 feet from the window.
I could hear the dogs barking.
I ran out of the room and down the stairs yelling
DAD! DAD!!! there are BEARS outside!


He was at the table. He looked at me like
for some reason I should have known this was no big deal,
that BEARS come on the property all the time.

'Drew, we do not yell like that in this house' he said,
in a tone I imagine god would use to freeze rain.

He said to make sure my boots were dry because we were going
Snowshoeing across the lake after breakfast,

I never ever wanted to take a step outside the house again.

or be in it.


Woke up around 2pm
Had toast and
For breakfast
Turned on the CBC
Got dressed around 3:30pm-
Chose a couple
Books off the shelf,
A pad of paper,
A pen
And went down the street
To a coffee shop.
I wanted it to be less crowded.
Finished a cigarette outside,
Ordered a strong coffee
And sat down.
Skimmed the crowd.
Hoped I didn't know anyone.
Opened one of the books,
It got quiet
Then a crowd of people trudged in through
The door and brushed against my table with
Their coats and bags.
Glanced at some Wordsworth,
Thought I should give Pope some attention,
Setteled on Emily D.
And spent the next few hours being swept
Under the rug like the rest
Of the dust.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Goodnight, again

The morning walked in and slapped me in the face.
It was raw and tense and awkward,
Kind of like running into an ex lover.

The room flooded with light,

My eyes opened,
There was no turning back,
It was a sinking feeling,
Like realizing your dog had ran away,
Or passing a dead bird.

I did not want to be awake.

I contemplated sinking back under the covers but
The cat was awake now and hungry and purring

I sat on the edge of the bed
Wondering what time it was
And thinking about breakfast or

I tried to remember how I got home,
Where I left the car,
What I might have said to herrrr

Then reality slowly started swimming back to me like a dripping faucet,
And suddenly hit like a tidal wave,

I began to sweat.

I did not want to be awake.

It's hard to know which way to run,
When the escape becomes
What you're trying to escape from.