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.

I apologize for missing Feb. 26 and Feb. 28. Life can be crazy sometimes.

I just wanted to remind everyone that my book is for sale. If you'd like a copy, let me know. They are $5. Thanks for reading.

a face in the carpet

stares at me

I turn away

scared ashamed

look back

you're gone

your gone

Colin and Co.

Heart Specialist

you see right through my

happy charade

ask an innocent question

"what do people do to make you mad?"

and I walk into a biology lab

dissect me. Take a peek

into my hidden anger

observe my discontent–

and you not only discover

cancer in me,

you know the cause.

You offer me treatment:

silent understanding.

I take it in gulps,

for need of another

to know the pain I suffer

and be quiet soul comfort

Colin and Co.

the children giggle in fields of sand

their parents converse on the edge

nothing but happy sounds

quiet rustling sheets and the

shish

of dry skin on dry skin

the old couple snuggle

in Sunday afternoon nap

two young friends

walking step in step among

brown puddles of slush

splash

ugly setting for the life they begin

together on this day

wind whispers in my ear

a distant voice floating inside

singing

'close your eyes

shut your mouth

hold your breath

and listen'

Colin and Co.

#22

The Russians got a game

plan to foil

Team Canada has a name

in Dan Boyle.

He sets his face in a scruntch,

Afinogenov

won't get away with that cruntch

in the corner.

He chases him down the hot ice

eyes on prey

he's on his Russian ass twice

'fore he can pray.

Maxim's team explodes in a boil

a scrum ensues

the Canucks defend their man Boyle,

a round of booze

for fans all over this great nation

in an Olympic hockey celebration!

Colin and Co.

Language is a Disease (only some Suffer)

a patient of language has

succumbed to the word

death

could this mean less than life?

and yet hopeful

pee / eh(ch) / dee's

hypo,the,size

the paradox and dichotomies will resolve

themselves with a small dose of irony.

haha

"The construction worker

(building word towers)

will suffer due to the harsh environment

he is required to work in. But these towers

are so admired

it's a worthy price to pay."

ja.

The patient takes this in

alcoholically

with the realization that (t)his death

is worth more than life,

thank you.

Colin and Co.

This poem is colourful on too many levels.

elephant grey skies

+

Ferrari red cheeks

=

cold winter ecstasy

water blue t-shirts

+

sand gold skin

=

wet summer foolishness

emerald green accord

+

chocolate brown eyes

=

hot hiway love

Colin and Co.