I’m back in Vancouver after a busy two weeks in Toronto, full of meetings, events, and nights out with friends. I intended to keep a better record of my travels, but I didn’t have stable ...
Last night at HELLRAISER II (a cabaret/live show/film screening/circus at the Rio Theatre in East Van), I walked around with a placard offering free poems and flowers to people on the street. It was an incredible ...
Something’s gotta give.
Cause I’m full of insolence
and this pace is killing me.
Load up on tragedy
and let it spill out…
call me crazy,
but wasn’t that your line?
Wasn’t that
the thing you
kept injecting
all that time?
Can’t we come to terms?
This is just the blur
we’ve always known.
It’s like a dream,
but draped in absent memory.
Such old adages
that we’d always fake.
The sound of my innocence
breaking.
How about another chance to dance
with the stars?
Or you’re too jaded?
I’m too wasted
to make a mark on you.
Guess I’m the fool.