Month: November 2017

Tired Words
I've written it over and over, In a thousand ways. Sometimes I wrote it creatively, And sometimes I wrote it, Like this, Blatantly. And I could write it a thousand more times, Whether or not it's iambic or rhymes, Another alternative, alliteration, With a clever false rhyme illusion, In Fragments half, Could I say that. ...

Burn, Baby.
Shes got a leather jacket, And it's done up nice. Yeah, sunglasses, cigarettes, Sin and vice. Vodka tonic? Yeah, she's on it; Light on ice. Her blood freezes when she pleases, And she's ready to fight. Burn, baby. Burn, baby, Yeah, its your turn, baby. Her, baby. Her, baby, Just don't be scared, baby. Burn, ...

Time and Scale
When I was a child, Things around me felt so big. I recall I saw an airplane, A huge, colossal thing! But then as an adult, When I returned to YYZ, That plane seemed so much smaller But what changed in size was me. And yet with giants all around, Looming over me and great, ...

Could You Write Me a Song?
Write me a song, Just promise it's not about love. Yeah, write me a song About sadness or madness, Or drunken what-have-its Or drugs. Recall all the sad things; The inane little ramblings Of poems and songs You would write all day long And the tears. Oh, just eight months ago, When your life was ...

As Many Did
It was another bloody night. Again we went, Sent off to fight. Some died, some survived. We never understood Who or why. I fought a man, as many did. He shot at me, I cornered him. He put his weapon on the ground, Put up his hands, Spoke clear and loud. "I'm just a man, ...