We're awake.

I'm lying on a bed of clover

chewing tasty pink buds

when out of the blue (literally, cloudless was the sky)

your face appeared upside-down

laughing with a smile as you shook

my day dream awake.

You're lying on white hospital sheets

pulled tight to keep the lines off your back

as tubes and wires intake and exhaust

your body an engine in repair

I drove you into that tree

my nightmare awake.

We're lying on a bed for the first time

our unity a cleaving bond of love

based on the foundation Christ built

between humanity and God

intimacy manifest despite broken pasts

our marriage awake.

Colin and Co.

Intradecadence

So.

All the blogs I read have recently posted apologies for the inconsistent posting of late. I will not do the same.

I am not sorry for posting only 4 times in the month of May. I said it would be daily, but I have spent little time on my computer since school ended, and I have been feeling less motivated to write. Is it because of the second-hand THC? Not sure. English has taken a hit, as usual, when I am separated from educated people and plopped into 10 hour days with drug addicts and high school drop-outs. Excuses are useless.

And I wouldn't have it any other way. Language can only evolve if there are large populations who care not about the rules.

And isn't poetry not caring about the rules? Or is it caring too much to obey them? "My words are not valuable enough to have the honour of being placed into grammatical structure." (Co. or Colin)

Here goes:

two punches on shoulder

love taps ? hatred

the smile gives away

"doing just what I wanted"

Thanks, pour me my apple juice,

Old man. Now,

bearded guy refuses handshake

"Lay Off the Bush!"

Ok, I know, old habits,

even my dad noticed them still

But I won't stop, can't, I am

uncomfortable

with my position on Planet

Barbeque some hog

chill that beer so we

relax our senses, take hold of

us, oh Substance! We need you to

guide our destruction. destroy

ABS pipes cutting corners

get paid to much for doing it, fixing it

then we drown in sweat

not anymore soon it is

liquid sulfer Flaming

Colin.

and.

Co.

Lawn Mower Blues

monday morning

I'm mowing. It's snowing.

White dandelion seeds flowing.

You're thinking about drinking,

and I'm faking while you're baking.

Pot smoking you're toking,

I'm loosing you're boozing.

We've got to start choosing

soothing words to heal these

breaking bones and aching hearts.

Stop frowning, we ain't drowning (yet)

Stop lying to yourself,

You're dying yourself.

While I'm living, he's crying;

While I'm giving, he's trying

to fix his monday morning.

Colin and Co.

You strike a chord on my heartstrings

reverberates through shirt

valves open close fast

doc says I have high blood pressure

it's not salt it's music flowing

your voice press

words that make me smile or doubt

comfortable meaningless hugs

spoken in time

rhythmically.

So I drum standing

for you take my seat and drive

the beat increases exponentially

until heart attack

Colin and Co.

i'm trying to deal with the idea that

sex is just a casual thing

we can use and reuse like recyling

sex is just a causal thing

the consquences are out of sequence

sex is just a casual thing

repeating sounds like cheating

sex is just a sacred thing

You Would

Would You?

would you step out of yourself and into another

's life, body, soul, future

would you take pleasure in knowing both good and

evil, take the fruit of the forbidden tree

would you allow your desires to control your

actions, pushing you past fantasy

would you risk emotional destruction and physical

shame between two people

would you turn your back on the God who made a

way that was right and good

would you be willing to deal with the consequence

child, guilt, innocence lost, hell gained

would you have sex with that woman walking down

the side of the road

would you " " that child of God, that soul-filled human

that one you've never met

you don't know her name

you don't know who she loves

you don't know anything but

her outside appearance at a glance

of 55 kilometers per hour

what the "would you" are you thinking?

would you stop writing and start talking, Colin.

...... and Co.