Traan Trein

It begins to rain

as I wander down paths

droplets fall faster towards

my face

I soak it in sweat salty tears

Ik was

en dwaas

voor jou

So I allow water to wet me

set me

in my way towards the sun

This dam need no longer

hold back my sorrow

Colin and Co.

Stop being so Sentimental

I'm always taking things too f a r

close to home.

(It's where my heart is)

Like the time I wanted a drumset

soooo bad!

I gathered water jugs, pan lids,

buckets, empty pop cans,

and a hockey equipment rack

and played it for months before

Christmas and my parents clued in.

A few years later, I was so excited

to get new rims for Alexis,

they were 1979 BMW 320i gold basketweaves!

So of course I was in such a rush to

bolt them on, I didn't tighten the left rear

enough and it broke loose just meters down

the road and here we go tow truck again!

Recently I went hunting, pulled out the ol'

Remington .700, rode out to the fields,

found this beautiful buck, a real keeper

once in a lifetime, so I waited and waited

for the perfect shot. Waited too long.

Some other guy walks in with a shotgun,

So of course he gets her, but what a dirty shot.

And today I sit here with my new drumset,

with a car on all four wheels. With

plenty of deer I could scope out,

But all I want is my

pots and pans my

three wheeled 323 my

once-in-a-lifetime-deer.

Colin and Co.

we can't keep living this way

walking all over those weak

worn out gum drops below us

wearing the world on our feet

while the adicts steal purses

work the street for needles

wipe a swab over their forarms

wondering when the next cop

whacks them over the head

when we stand aside approving

wishful thinking we may as well

wallow in the puddles of blood

washed out of prisons filled

with our neighbours our friends

who we should have loved but

we turned our backs while they

wandered in alleys afraid to sleep

waking in puddles of urine and shit

what the hell happened

where did we go

wrong?

Colin and Co.

Don't Ask

a dog is flying a kite

it wears a poncho

a runt

wait a sec!

the kite is flying itself

it has wings

a boy?

with wings!

naked except high heels

holding a string

tied to dog's neck

he wears a top hat

on a fat head

turned right

wait a sec!

the dog is a machine

with a motor

and gears

a robot?

wearing a poncho

with a string around

his neck choking him

the wings flap lifting the

robotic dog off the ground

severing his mechanical head

Colin and Co.

For Your Information

Hello Readers (aka "Co.")

This blog has turned into an every-other day blog instead of a daily blog as it should be. Sorry about that. I've been busy writing essays. I will try to find time to write here as much as possible, but it may stay an every-other day blog for the next few weeks.

On another note, my book is still for sale. If you don't like the poems I write here, keep in mind I write them all on the spot (unless otherwise noted) and therefore they do not get the chance to go through the rigorous editing/revision stages that my writing normally undergoes. The poems in my book, on the other hand, all have been planted, pruned, and hand picked for print. I would not sell poems that I did not think were the best I could offer at the time. If you buy my book and disagree, thank-you, that means I can get better!

"Miserable Comforters" costs $5. I am only printing 50 copies, so if you would like one, let me know. If you are far away from me, fear not, I have already sent two copies by mail over 500kms.

OK. Thanks for reading. Feel free to comment once and a while on a poem that stands out, and tell me why. These saplings may one day grow into a large forest with your help.

Colin and Co.

Wide Awake

it's a picture sliding off the wall

water running down pipes

missing that card on the river

it's the hole in both socks

last song and I'm wide awake

dirty spoons in the drawer

it's when she calls your bluff

the wheel flys off your car

we lose ourselves to another

Colin and Co.

what we won

when i retreat into my mind

write

and see the world as it is

word

and feel the breeze in my lungs

wind

and taste the fruit of denial

wet

and smell the engine exhaust

waste

and hear the soft love songs

weep

i comprehend my mind is not

whole

Colin and Co.

bellow bus blow dust

squint behind specks

sidewalk bell ringing

stop walker swinging

round at the sound

let me pass leftside

riding on my five gear

hear click click shift

down for the uphill

back sweat shirt wet

not work just chill

my way into spring

Colin and Co.

Spatial Photography

space defines us

hold

walls keep me in

you out

I look thru glass

at freedom

ceiling music is entrancing

until I realize it's you

dancing above me

damn this frame

cutting crap out of the picture

I want to see life

in plain

hold

me close

you in

this space

the freedom

of fields

we can dance on hell's ceiling

a picture too wide for any lense

Colin and Co.

we try so hard to get away

we forget this place

we plan our lives so far ahead

we forget present

we desire the better life

we forget grace

all we have is

where we are is

who we're with is

all...

stop believing you have everything

stop believing you have nothing

you have both

you have niether

I am alive

I am dead

I am free

I am slave

I am good

I am bad

He is good

.

He set me free

.

He died for me

.

Apart from Him I cannot live.

Colin and Co.

You just won the lottery, welcome to your slavery.

I'm in love with open windows

I'm in love with Breton crackers

I'm in love with orange fish

I'm in love with crisp lager

I'm in love with mild understeer

I'm in love with worn clothes

I'm in love with ace eight

I'm in love with Arcade Fire

I'm in love with empty pens

I'm in Love with no one (cares)

Colin and Co.

Singha Reunion

mini rivers run off the snow banks

basking in the warm sunlight

fade out

child in a highchair cornrolls in her hair

spoonfed thai food by francophone mum

grow up

an unusual combination of three guys

take old gay jokes too far again

move on

this is spring

young lives sprout

while the old ones watch

soft eyes longing

for warmth

Colin and Co.

Hang Time

the universe resting on a spec of salt

lodged in a cut on the roof of my mouth

making music fade linearly outwards

till teeth wiggle loose

and tongue is a flame

all matter stands on one foot

teetering in mid fall

is this all that matters?

distinct notes ring like bands

of precipitation across radar

sense the storm in temples

the world falls fast

hang time lasts forever

time lasts

forever

ever

for

re:

Colin and Co.

smooth wail flood

my ears again

high pitch whisper

hidden under

soft scream sink

city burial

wet tears sing

the sun set

secret song drown

single days

sweet sound wash

solitary being

Colin and Co.

Cess Pool

Sorry for missing 2 days. You will get over it.

oh success

pool cue stick

stale smoke

seven down

stale beer

eight to go

stale mate

sink

with a plop

to the ocean floor

i told you

better to tie

the anvil

round yo neck

do it yoself next time.

than mess

with young

blood like

me

Colin and Co.

Lane Ends 50m

Red Light. Right Lane.

BSAR facing east @ Mt. Pleasant.

Lane ends fifty meters after intersetion

Two cops sit end on end next to me

Left Lane. Long Light.

Waiting... watching the other lights. Green.

Decision: beat them to the front.

Beat them to the left!

Pedestrian warning lights flash

Mt. Pleasant is about to turn red

Yellow first. Clutch disengaged

Right hand in first. Left on wheel

Right foot rests on the throttle

Red

'one onethousand, two'

GREEN

gas-engage-clutch-floor-to-fourthousand

Shift!

floor-to-fourthousand

Shift! (signal left lane change)

floor-to-threethousand

(check mirror-they're way back)

move to left lane as fifty meters runs out

seventy kmph exactly

Shift to fourth gear.

cruise...

They follow closely till

the right lane reappears @ Erie ave

I move over, they pass.

One hits the curb in the middle

@ the bends before Colbourne

I chuckle and return

unacquitted

to home base.

Colin and Co.

Takeoff

one fluid motion:

door snaps open

pizza bag enters first

drops to the passenger seat

as my bum simulataneously

slides into the driver's

left foot disengages clutch

left hand flips power switch

right hand releases from

pizza bag handle, presses shiny

button to the right of steering column

'VROOMPop-Pop-gargle'

she lives.

Alexis lives

for me and I for her.

I hold her in my palms

feel the rhythm of her

four cylinder heart

pulsing faster and louder

as I fuel her appetite

as she breathes oxygen

we live.

We race

against the time

for the heat of the pizza

escapes fast

We race

against anyone who will

join our mad parade

of burnouts

redline shifts

weaving traffic

like a straw

we time lights

memorize exactly when they change

so we don't have to look at them

we focus on the gaps

left by lazy drivers

who have no sense of the

conservation of motion or

the speed of other drivers.

Alexis and I

have this down to a

science.

Colin and Co.

Pie Preparation

Leaning against the wall

in the threshold between

the customers zone and

the employees only

I observe:

the dance of the manager

with aggresive thrusts

leads the kitchen staff

in violent tango

Such transition

(one has ever seen!)

into a smooth swing

towards the ringing telephone

(this in full view of customers)

and the dance turns oral

you swear any ears would melt

at the sound of such calculated words

the deed done, orders in!

The little reciept printer squeals

underpaid chef rips off another

begining. This one a

'Large Hand-Tossed Canadian'

With the precision only available

to the one who has performed

this ritual a myriad of times

he throws the dough

spreads the sauce

with uniformity

places pepperoni

mixes the mushrooms

bacon and cheese

together before

tossing them gently

evenly covering the pie

leaving exactly one inch of crust.

Into the oven for 7 minutes, 40 seconds.

After baking, cutting into 12 slices

and boxing, the perfect pie is ready to go!

Leaning against the wall

in the threshold, I hear my name

followed by this:

"62 Lansdowne

Mr. Wilcox"

Here we go!

Colin and Co.

Answering the Call

*fyi: I am going to try to write a poem on the spot about pizza delivery for the next 5 days. This was inspired by filling out a job application which asked, "what was your favourite job, and why?" It got me thinking... enjoy.*

Answering the Call

Cheap grey vinyl seats, left

warmed by my bum and right

by hot pizza bags, which

reek like greasy goodness

and make the fabric smell for days

even with windows rolled down.

In this young night, hungry stomachs

call 310-10-10 and make their demands.

The lazy ones who won't sacrifice their

teams to unobservance on the telly

make sure to indicate 'delivery'

And so begins the journey

pavement and potholes are the path

pizza and pop are the goods

people and pets are the goal

here we go!

Colin and Co.

Dinner for two

We need some flavour!

We need some spice!

We need to savour

this asian rice.

Don't crack egg shells

Garlic salad, my breath smells

Yellow yolk stains my teeth

Shriveled sausages, no beef?!

We need something tasty

We need something nice!

We need to eat hasty

this asian rice.

I've got sausages, thick round

all beef! Yellow corn kernels abound

Your breath will taste butter-sweet,

so why don't you take a seat, eat!

We've got some root beer

We've got some ice

We've got some good cheer!

with asian rice.

Colin and Co.