Compassion

Acrobat smile of intuitive warmth
The haze emotes mystery of the
Incline towards the set compass.
Pleasure heart only to please.
If instant is cult to a weary
Break in sustinence.
I only could sustain you.
And the flower of life flows
Forward to the most exact parcel
Of heaven we could ever seek.
Tonalities and forms of nature,
My pride is in your smile.
And sweetly the dusk settles.
As a quilt around our hearts.
A pulse quiet companion moon,
The shapes are still or weaving.
The climb has offered its trek
To the spirit of sacred hope.

Night Sky of Fires

I hide in your mystery.
The innocent vixen clouded
Survivor of the pits
Of falling suicides.
Too many bells.
The quiet is feeling
Its way to the sympathetic
Ship sailing softly
Through the light of
The dawn of awareness.
That state you kiss
With the heart unstill.
Like a bolt out of heaven.
You are the declaration
And the term of insidious tear

Bread of Snow

After it all falls.
The silent vibration is
Still the way of the course.
Plenty of your aspiring gods.
Sympathetic dream co-exist
With the universe of its flames.
The forlorn ejected
Through voids unmerciful.
No one's out of time,
It sends us there.
And we are the beasts
Of heavenly reflections.
In our eyes.
With the scope of time left.
To break the bread of sacrifice.

No Action

That rainbow still shines
On the mysterious Potala

Within in turmoil.

The turning year to a confrontation.

The blue stars revolve

A scythe in the square.

Moving through heaven,

The dragon slinks in unseen.

Patterns of the great society.

You distain the action.

No action brings results

But will not be set free.

One Exit

All through the buzzing
Instance of inward burn.
Narcosis the bird of default
Institute of warrior.
Where the yesterday brings
No part but silence
All over a particular creation.
This tidy knot slowly.
Untying to set you free.
The urn over the bridge
Supplies minded quests.
Interim of sadist television.
An epoch journey to the kitchen.
The war of sorrows
The pointed head wanders.
And the graceful people
Light the candles trim.

Thurst of Origin

The way of a song's roar

As purpose defends odd tides.

Into the afflicted thought,

As a crime moved its criminal.

To trade a frown for glory.

The bolt of that bitter taste.

As the climb was indelible

Instinct of a wrong sense.

To leave the first iron,

No dream was the good story.

The lost day forever.

Like a regret of a once Lear.

That edge woman who laughed

And saw the core of existance.

When the rising was a plate

And the truck was a drink

Always into the dark night.

Son of God

Before God in one's I.D.
The sauce memorized the gone
From a vacant room
The trinity was a sojourn antique.
So steam could thirst.
As a pine on the hill.
Over the constant that's earth.
The eve is dream Plovers
And I was there intoxicated.
Now it's gaining frozen pulse.
I feed the dazed rail.
No bucket bubble,
I'm ordinary.
His last voice is clicking in.

Or Else

To the walk in a fizz
The dust of moon fragrance
Thrice Tripi vessal cannon,
Tried before ringlets of God.
He spake the close death
While I perched as a nod.
In ferment I trust free.
Only singers preach
While I was close to thee.
The palpable summer of sun
In a peculiar trim of rain,
We should be tear of heaven
Or else begin again.

Hooker in Lhasa

The hoare on night's window
Give blame to solicitude wry.
The fox is hunter, pray the tricks,
If ransome buries there woe.
The damned of China's corner,
She joined the rack but twice
And fiddle plucked a wholesome
Whistle over a church key hive,
Danced the horse through villain's gate
And the master came up gruff.
The lead to merry kings
And shortly ended rough.

Clock of Dust

In the cave of runes
The relic heart contains
An urn of ancient minutes.
The dream of the deer
When famine lost to emptiness
And the shadows ruled the dusk.
All appearance created
A lovely mask composed,
That mind before the link
Where the Owl o so knows.

Terp and Wiseguy

On the stair Mrs. Lui exclaims.
"Him no good, him wiseguy"
Between the future and holes
Bennie's screwin another landlord.
He's obsessive compulsive you see.
Every inspector from city hall
Has been through here.
From rats to roaches,
A calliope of steam and hot air,
The knowledge of Mr. Angles
Doesn't doesn't allow mistakes.

"What! the tapes are gone!"
But that was Weasel that time
And Big Boots is on his second 2/4
"I can't understand a word Johnny"
It kind of stinks crazy old king of Cape Breton
"Ah you make dirty" says Mrs. Lui
"I make dirty ok" (his last words.)

But now Wiseguy's in trouble
The reaper's knocking,
Weasel got run over by a car
And lived.
You can always live this die
One more time.
At least it's not a suicide.
Remember the bible thumper?
With death in every face.

Kathy Bizzare and Paul

The toy factory gutted out,
Down a back alley.
A domestic couple.
Whose songs were all original.
Paul a Ukranian Jewish Newfie
Kathy a firery red head from Windsor.
Both sand out of tune.
Paul played several instruments.
He was always blatently rude to Kathy,
But came up with the goods,
So it didn't seem to matter.
I was their bass player for about 10 months.
And during that time met a lot of
interesting musicians.
We never made much money.

Snow and 13 rye

The hidden year since acid.
How the heart cave was light.
A test of enduring regret.
A laugh amongst the winters
Wild arcs surfaced smiles.
A look and so forgotten.
Saline switch form and paste.
The art of talent excuse,
Never was the very bright honesty.
Like numbness growing from
The crazy youth package.
The three tusk elephant
And smoke disappeared
Innocent high corral ok.

Tobermory

So I was idyllic reverie in Whireton,
To lazy to walk to Lion's Head

Or whatever was the next town

On the Bruce Trail.

I enquired at a travel agent on

The main drag.

A bus came through 3 days a week.

So I waited on a bench

Outside the Whireton Hotel

Along came a ramshackle mini school bus.

I had to flag it down.

So Tobermory bound I sat with a nice woman

Who showed me her book of drawings.

Tobermory was a bunch of houses, some boats

and the gargantuan Manitoulin ferry.

I stuck around, my travelling companion

Had a house on Manitoulin Island,

She moved on.

Adios

Axle through the empty center
And hub of the great wheel.
In the term of astrologic crunch.
I bide the tempers of lives near dying.
The nasty ilk of roar and dim,
To look the carcus mind as hulk
And the toted weed of satisfied.
No architect structure designs,
The holding pour of cemented cell.
To view and breathe the coffer.
A tiny strike at surging space.
How the stars chastise the equiped
But sorry was late as herds.
And the lion returns to judge
With the con of incisive words.

Kensington

Saturday's absolute chaos

European Meat Market.

Steaks and Gypsy ones,

All sorts of madness cheap.

Seafood platters even Sasquatch

Couldn't devour.

A smoke delights arbours

All graffitti and roaches.

In this new world

Tea room banter.

It used to be Tiger's Coconut

Now the world of cheeses,

Raggae and Portuguese,

And Jewish shops from old days.

Now the scene holds out at

The Lisbon Plate.

There's fun pastoral,

Beauties and old clothes,

Chinese bakery delightful

Delicacies.

The Kensington Drum informs

And for an honest price

Everything in the whole world!!!

Callingwood

I got out at a truck stop
Just outside of Collingwood.
So thirsty I drank 5 soda
Fountain glasses of milk.
The waitress was so kind
And so amused.
Then I took a ride into Collingwood.
It was pretty dead.
So I got a sub
And thought of the boatyards,
I didn't bother to check it out.
The bus station was a bench
On a corner of a downtown street.
I went back to Owen Sound.
The campsite there was so nice,
Nobody bothered me.
Whitman and a flashlight,
Leaves Of Grass in the tall grass.
No rain

Kensington

The market is sold.
Of long hair and rocks.
Like a hippie flower
Dust,lust and dandelion.
She hides in the trees
Pretty Phoebe kid.
On the outpost space porch.
No dollar telephone
The diamond's in the shack.
A dune on Augusta
The Shmire is lyric transport
The lip from astral confidence.
The death is creeping in
On the skyline overture
Of frost on the antenna.