Butt Hawks
Soaring with ease
through forest and trees
the butt hawks stalk their prey

swooping and swirling,
grouping and hurling
mocking the dove and jay

They shit from the sky
and aim for your eye
majestic and awesome in sight

they make you get dumber
by denying slumber
through constantly farting all night

The Bike Symphony
and what smell was this you speak of?
fences make backyards invisible
gapes in fences leave open portals to other worlds
edible fences really make the neighbours jealous
how could they not be, when it is so full of flavoured pain
you can flavour distance also
yes, like a room full of silence, the atmosphere tells you your alone
silence grows in dark rooms, then creeps out into the shoes of your cousins
only after eating their soles
rubber tombs for tounges that never speak
spiders always lingering by, waiting for the dust to stir, to leap and shudder in it's quest
cricks and cracks and million tax causing such wide nightmare cupcakes
to be bold and behold the changing winds of something never meant to move
it sat for a year, and wept for a tear, but hornets and wasps fly together
with armies on either side, never knowing who is with you
shuddering and muttering a dance in old perspectvive, sipping light and being right about the winds direction
oh but how the winds like to play in all sorts of mysterious directions

Near Misses
- I'm glad we got that cleared up :: I'm angry we left that messed down
- Ladies want a man who will love them enough to never date them :: Men want a lady who will date them enough to never love them
- Since didn't happening didn't happen, it might have happened :: But had it not happened, this wouldn't be happening :: That happens to be not happening as a result of happening not to be
- The question would be the answer to the question of what is the answer
- Who What When Where Why (How) :: Person Process Period Place Purpose (Procedure)

Shades of Grey
have you ever pondered why
a badgers face and butterfly
appear the same upon first glance?
perception is a tango dance!
improvise and try all lies,
the false is just shy truth in guise

Stormy Day
the clouds shamelessly wrestle one another
and begin to sweat.
now pours the sky unto the tree-snails.
unable to talk, so they sing. they prance.
the sharpened colour cuts my eye and
i can taste, in the corner of my mouth, the rich flavour of hell which is my sight.

Digitalisman
knobs
knobs
spin
click
SATISFACTORY

Quote me again, Sam
- I understand your shock. I myself went through the roller coaster of emotion that is "contacting your opposite-gender parent on a dating website". It was difficult at first, but the parent assured me that we were acting in the best interests of humanity. Trysting began. Minds were blown. Cabbages were hatched. Drinks were evaporated. Robots were given emotion. Numbers were assigned smells. Well, you get the picture. The mutant babies are on eBay
- Absolutely smurfs would turn purple when ill. The colour of evil is gray. And the best midgets are the singing ones
- Yes a rural hobo (the most adventurous kind of the hobo class) and me had crossed paths during the great hay bail dampening of 1988. Needless to say, he bruised me and took my clothes. I found myself in a Winnipeg trash dump the next morning, which i later found out was not a trash dump but a city park. YOU know the rest.