grass grows

I mow it down

people come go

quick dead clippings

lie on the road brown

blown away forgotten

Colin and Co.

The best car I ever drove was a VW GTI and the last time I kissed a girl was grade 8 and she dumped me three days later.

my dear jealousy,

How I revel in you today!

I succumb

become

numb

my emotions drink your potions

ocean drown down town I found

you sitting down sipping beer.

Not so cheery, are you?

Through the haze of hate

Justificate agilitiy

numerate civility.

These words foaming in my mind

make me realize what I prize in this life:

mostly beautiful women and cars

Far beyond this stage I understand

that a man has a plan and it...

So can I choose to lose you?

Colin and Co.

Church (2)

built a wall

to separate

tear it down

stop the hate

door swing wide

people inside

get out

shout

...

more next time.

Colin and Co.

Church

I'm a brick

I'm a beam

a crucial piece

manufacturing

human shapes

intertwine

form a house

shines divine

....

more next time.

Colin and Co.

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.

Slowly Falling

it's a dream and i'm

swimming towards

shoreline safety

swimming away

declinations rapid

not moving

and i sweat underwater

remembering treading

for an hour and a half

in a contest family reunion

so i rest in the moment of

deciding

push myself harder and call for help

let my body be taken by death currents

either, which?

i choose both yell for help while

my arms and legs stop moving

now everyone sees me drowning

but i'm too far from shore for rescue

watch me dissolve

Colin and Co.

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Let[s] cut some grass, shall we? we shall call ahead and order dine in to go.

MUseic

by bye bey

Colin SUCKS Co.

Going Somewhere Nice

imagine driving with the windows down

listening to exhaust leaks bounce off the curb

from under the car so the "bzzzz-grzzzz"

flicks on and off when passing driveways

and the air the passenger seat my palms

warm with the heat of summer approaching

we're going somewhere

close to home to change spots and I try not to freak

when I hear bob break and esmerelda buckle

so I laugh to keep the cool and encourage you

we'll be rolling soon as you get the feel for it

and I'm getting the feel for you too too too

not yet but soon soon soon

Colina n dCo.

Tooth for Teeter-Totters

I apologize for the crappy poems of late.

I write them on the fly – as I hope you are all aware – and so they are often not good. I read them back usually once after typing them, and then again the next day. Sometimes there is a gem, but usually they suck.

I have been writing some prose lately. I think it is good. It is semi-autobiographical. I write short little chapters, never more than half a page, and never more than one a day, in an attempt to keep it fresh. I think it might be the start of a second book. Maybe when I am farther along, I'll put a couple chapters up here to get your feedback.

For today I will give it another try:

Forgive me, dentist, for I have sinned.

my floss has remained on the shelf

smelling like old candy stuck between my teeth

because I didn't use it to remove the old candy

you get the drift.

Now I have maintained a religious twice-daily

brushing schedule, but of course, that doesn't

take care of the candy between

And somehow my smoking brother

can get away with brushing twice weekly

and you let him off without ticket or warning

and even his wife barely raises a fuss.

Can these unjust hygenic procedures

continue without moral judgements

on my faith in science and medicine and laughing gas

those wisdom teeth can stay in, you say?

As some sociologist once said,

"all medical designations of deviance

are influenced significantly by the moral

order of society and thus cannot be considered

morally neutral."

well,

I'd say,

Ph.Ds don't mean a pile of quarters when the tooth fairy comes for ya.

Colin and YOU Co.

You're asking to mop, woman!

someone please tell me what's with

all the chicks driving trucks!

Is there no more Miata's on the lot?

Did we finally run out of Mustangs?

Those seats can't even move close enough

to the pedals for the shortlimbed females.

Do they need books under their butts

to see over the steering wheel?

Someone give them a trailer

so they can pick a Civic up off

the side of the road.

Oh, Dang,

those feminists finally put words

into action: Equality at its finest!

But did they think of the poor biker,

(even one six foot three over the pedals)

who gets run over by the F350

making a right hand turn on a red

driven by a five foot three chick

(a blonde and fine one at that)

who couldn't see the biker crossing the sidewalk?

Maybe if you ladies drove Rangers,

I think your point would still be made

and there would be less road kill.

Colin and Co.

Air Quality Control

too much sugar at the eighteenth floor

not enough carbon to breath out wet

oil stains on the underside of nails

get the clippers, it's the only way

clogged filters choke my story

engine stops bogging down

cleaned the carb like new

lungs on a baby where

parents smoke less

than my golf did

before I pour

sugar into

the tank

on the

18th

floor

Colin and Co.

Crisis

identity

who we are

what we do

where we're from

when we live

why we exist

must we let these questions

be answered by others?

must we let their answers

define us as people?

can we break free from our past

our broken homes

our soiled hearts

our sinful hands

and start over?

can we sever cultural connections

built up over years, built into our families?

I want to be a new creation.

I want to live by God's standard.

I want to break the cycle of guilt.

I want to find my identity in Christ.

freedom is within reach

let's grasp it and let it define us.

Colin and Co.

what type of person

falls in love with letters

words sentences typed?

a lack of emotion

of tonal clarity

unthought slips

of the tongue

although we compensate

with *elaborate@#$punctuation!!

or EXTREME capslock

and ~U A$$!1!1 lol xP (; ~

what meaning exists here?

All I want is to sit with someone

quietly

knowing that calm patterns

our breathing

brief eye smiles

tells us all we need to know

about eachother together.

Colin and Co.

Long Weekend Olfactory

Easter weekend was awesome enough to keep me off my computer. So no poems here. Sorry.

this weekend smells like stale engine oil

turkey grease and lilac blossoms

with a touch of sweaty hockey equipment

waves of cow manure flow airborne

until their music disappears in the rain

that brings new scents of worms

muddy gravel and thirty year old blankets

even the lady bugs smell stepped on

fake new car won't last long down windows

and fresh hay that is just popping out

suddenly I'm smelling rotten cucumbers

and new vacuum tubes and now I know

this weekend has to end on Wednesday

Colin and Co.

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.