WIP (Poem) – Counting down

Two thousand one thousand five hundred none Some shake their sad heads while others make fun All watching and waiting til everyone’s gone Two thousand to one thousand to five hundred to none Two thousand to one thousand to five hundred to none The worst score in the worst game when it’s over and done […]

WIP: Flow

Fingers fly like chorus line legs and words emerge from abstract eggs of thought; instructions the machine is keen to obey time disappears in the moment of flow Twirling like dancers on comfortable chairs legs wither while the mind dithers between airy construction and the pragmatic way Whole realmsĀ appear by the terminal’s glow Voices like […]

The product

Harvested from ye olde voice notes: The engine roars and water drips off the back of a tractor trailer as it tips up a hill on the Baie Verte highway and I think this is what it looks like when you don’tĀ have the product, when the product isn’t there Fish spill into an empty bucket […]