Gord

2021-09-01 01:31 am

Job,
Free me of what happiness was, 
Cartier watch, Armani galliard.
Can I wake to a crappy alarm,
Feel apart from country laws,
Contract law, writing Sir John
Condescendingly at the bottom.

If three is a charm, 
And I keep it with me,
Can I wake to live somewhere,
Where you see the stars in all their beauty?

Gord

2019-08-08 05:08 am

Iamb missing letters, in dismissive letters,
Dedicated to a missive later, a massive dinner;
Lambs missing mint, or better,
Life kissing under a bridge of lectures,
Mindful thought of conjecture, checkered talk,
One could use a walk, blind to aught,
Whether the weather is fine or not is no matter,
When the pitter patter of life has gone.

Gord

2018-05-11 07:30 am

Rhetoric plastic, poetic, exhausted, flat,
Writing financial, desperate, jotting of man,
Jotting of women, writing like Hopkins' cat.

Knocking, hawking, a life exhausting.
Like a bat, man wishing to live robin,
Honor lacking, yet adapting cotton.
Promises not lacking, action falters,
River flows, close your eyes,
Wake up to another life.

Gord

2015-05-30 12:00 am

Arrogance not of the phallus,
but of action, and inaction.
Tinnitus not of the hole in the head,
Ringing caused by self-trepanation.
Few trepidation to remove my brain,
Truth was reviewed to be,
But against what could be,
That said with mind ironically elating,
I do enjoy a memory when masturbating.

Gord

2014-02-21 12:00 am

Black music, White music.
Who cares as long as you can dance to it.
Oriental tuning and flag burning.
Who cares as long as our country tramples forward.
Toward a new world. One without music.
Who cares that musicians are now electronics technicians?
Who even cares about inflection, or inner reflection?
Or if the power chord is in tune anymore.
Who even cares for the whore music?
Not me anymore. I said that but afterwards we were forced,
To ward off our witness, an antithetical image was explored.
With an explosion of force we took off. Eichmann Quart.