Saturday, September 11, 2010
beet salad and besties
almond meal pancakes, Vanessa's homemade maple syrup, avocado pineapple and strawberry combo with macadamia coconut vanilla sauce, beet salade ... then a hike at the Hermitage, visit to grandparents and Locke Street festival with good friends!
kimchi for you and me
i could marry you. she cries, you're my hero.
i have picked up a book from the middle of barton street.
perfect sounds, like music to match.
the ragged handsome man sits on the corner stoop
just like last time.
~
a friend comes dressed in gold and white
naturally she brings maple syrup.
amongst the giant mossy walls that look like the escarpment
termites of rain have made many tiny holes
bottle bongs dot ancient geology.
crispy apples, and a jump over the stream.
the lady in a white hijab and pretty eyes is excited
about the fluorescent pink medal and cancer fundraiser run
and with her disposable camera
she is taking pictures of a homestead's faded grandeur
~
i didn't plan on drinking wine
but my benefactor, upon her return from Detroit
insisted. i envisioned her doing this
much like i knew my ex-lover would be there
in turquoise jeans that were 20 cm longer than his legs
his art is up at a friend's apartment
painted paprika, the colour of pantyhose present
i borrow a book, brandy from Bermuda
in the desert, puffed-up dead bodies of cows and sheep
lay in pits
from fall-out confused
~
driving home
we think i can handle it
fog comes in in small patchy cloud formations
a rabbit dashes around a bush
deer pushing the shoulder
nibble on the topmost leaves
i have picked up a book from the middle of barton street.
perfect sounds, like music to match.
the ragged handsome man sits on the corner stoop
just like last time.
~
a friend comes dressed in gold and white
naturally she brings maple syrup.
amongst the giant mossy walls that look like the escarpment
termites of rain have made many tiny holes
bottle bongs dot ancient geology.
crispy apples, and a jump over the stream.
the lady in a white hijab and pretty eyes is excited
about the fluorescent pink medal and cancer fundraiser run
and with her disposable camera
she is taking pictures of a homestead's faded grandeur
~
i didn't plan on drinking wine
but my benefactor, upon her return from Detroit
insisted. i envisioned her doing this
much like i knew my ex-lover would be there
in turquoise jeans that were 20 cm longer than his legs
his art is up at a friend's apartment
painted paprika, the colour of pantyhose present
i borrow a book, brandy from Bermuda
in the desert, puffed-up dead bodies of cows and sheep
lay in pits
from fall-out confused
~
driving home
we think i can handle it
fog comes in in small patchy cloud formations
a rabbit dashes around a bush
deer pushing the shoulder
nibble on the topmost leaves
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
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