I didn't write this

“I live in the Twentieth Century
and you lie here beside me. You
were unhappy when you fell asleep.
There was nothing I could do about
it. I felt hopeless. Your face
is so beautiful that I cannot stop
to describe it, and there’s nothing
I can do to make you happy while
you sleep.”

bolt, n. and v.:
The noun stays, the verb goes. I feel we all have that potential, to shift our meaning because of the way we’re used.

Closing Time

a not nice poem

Don't ask me what my vice is
I am but a child
and I can't top your impressive disorder
of alcoholism
sorry
I don't care that you have money
buy me a drink
don't linger like you know me
you don't know me
never did
don't compliment my hair
my smile
my attitude
Don't talk about my turtle
you don't know him either
Don't ask me who my friend is
Don't fucking drink and drive
Dr.Pepper helps
but you still look like an idiot
with a stupid tie
don't talk to me
I stayed and danced with you after hours
because I am polite
don't sing to me
don't touch my hands
get a hair cut or grow it out
it's in an awkward stage right now

a poem

I didn't paint last night
like I said I would
I didn't want to go to bed sad
like I knew I would
eventually
because I could paint all night
but morning would come
and I'd have to sleep alone
then too
so I went out dancing
and watched the way the bodies moved
so elegantly
different than mine
I know i'm not a dancer
but I know I am a feeler
I feel the music
and the affect of
too many
double gin and tonics
the energy of everyone in the room
their complications
their simplicities
their trouble minds
and liberties
I feel it all
so it didn't take long
for my heart to feel ok
it didn't take long for me to say
"I love this song"
and I said it 15 times
even if it wasn't true

I was wearing all black
but opted for my humming bird earrings
it's important to bring a part of yourself
out with you
even if it breaks the illusion
I don't know what my illusion is but
it doesn't matter because I changed my mind.
Kate's pissed
but i'm painting
all night long
with my high heels on

"Baseball"

When I was little
I would try and force myself to think of nothing
not the word "nothing" but nothing
and I don't know why but for some reason
I always thought of baseball
and not the sport of baseball
but the word "baseball"
just the word.
to this day when I try to think of nothing
and
it's impossible to avoid that word
"baseball"

Last Night

headlights on the highway
our favourite band is on
and we didn't have the best night,
but this passenger seat feels like home
You let off on the gas "my car died"
and I prayed that it was true
we're a walk away from my place
and I'm already missing you

Urszula

My best friend was scared to tell me she was modelling in Ottawa because a long time ago I mentioned, threateningly, that I wouldn't be her friend if she was a model. I feel horrible and in all honesty this would have stayed true, if she was anyone but herself. But let me tell you she is the most elegant creature I have ever laid my heart on and my eyes welded up with pride when I saw her walk in that long white dress because yes she is beautiful, but she still walks likes Urszula.

a small poem

Walking by Apartment C
I smelt good food
and wanted to knock on the door
ask them what they were cooking
perhaps they would invite me in
for a plate-full of something
but then I remembered things
that convinced me they wouldn't

a poem by me

I practised my penmanship
my whole childhood
every letter of the alphabet
until I got it the way
I thought was right
and I don't mean Standard Canadian Handwriting
either
I'm not sure what I mean
but regardless
it was a wasted of time
I should have been practising
my speaking voice
or smile
like other girls,
No one reads my writing

a poem by me

Inspire me, Insomnia
is what I would have said
years ago
as if lack of sleep was the answer
to these sorts of feelings
Now i've learned to live
consciously
during the day
so the words were there when I got home,
wouldn't need to fight.
I sleep soundly every night.

Poets

Patti had passion
and Leonard had grace
and both Patti
and Leonard
knew their place as poets

Happy Valentine's Day Love Leonard and Joni

I've got a pocket full of lovers
and a bucket full of love

February 13th, 7:25

'twas the night before valentines
and all through your apartment-
the echoes of nobody.
but do not fret,
'twas only the night before valentines

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Bon Nuit

fingernails

I got fake nails put on
a couple weeks ago
and they made me feel, girlie
so that's good
I guess you could say, pretty
so that's good
and it's strange how things can do that
I mean,
hands.
Regardless I broke them all off
with my teeth and it hurt
so bad -
Could have paid ten dollars
to get them soaked off nicely
but what's the fun in that?

Now I have raw fingernails, they look disgusting but I'm scared to paint them
plus I don't have any nice colours

a poem by me

I've got all these made up stories
I've been telling made up people
I've got all this built up anger
I've been taking out on no one
but at night I go home
and it's just me there
and you see there
is nothing wrong with that and it sounds really sad
but
it's actually quite nice
(some nights)
It really lets me love me

lottery

i've had some bad luck
lately
lately i've had some bad luck
falling down stairs-concussion,
hit and run in a parking lot,
microwave broke
- I lost the warranty
came home from work
to a break and entry
(too much for me)
so i've got these four leaf clovers
hanging from my ears,
you see,
they won't be coming off
until I win the lottery

there's a lot of things
that draw me to you
general you
not a particular you at all
like hairy arms
on girls
and hairy arms on boys
I couldn't tell you why this is
but it is
and
there's more
like when someone holds the door
for not only me but the three people
in front of me
the four people behind me
and they make it seem like they don't mind
they have time
I like people who have time