Gord

2025-04-30 06:27 am

My heart is half paper. 
Myopia, Alexander? 
Again? 

Class hatred, suicide bombings,
General proverb, maximized profits,
Modified starches.

My hope is black maple,
My old house on the hill,
Breath.

My hope, Alexander?
Cleopatra answers,
I hope I get to live.

Gord

2025-04-28 10:46 pm

Fire, flames upon a hoop,
I, am drawn. Eraser, 
Dissolve, dissolute.

Child's play, inside a room,
Drive talk, eyes and hearts,
Upon her arm, should she draw?

Never again can she feel loss,
I, am drawn, she says, to darkness,
Never again will she see stars,
Never again will she be wrong, 
Never again can she feel love. 

Eraser, darker hues.
Paper rips in two,
Reddish shade of blue,
Fire, flames upon a hoop.

Gord

2025-04-14 09:25 pm

Harvard comma, 
Lust for love,
Concert, opera. 

Forward, onward, 
How can you find God? 

Gotcha, gotcha. 
Heartless monsters,
Endless darkness,
Falling, forgotten.

Son, sing a sun song, 
Gone first are zombies,
Long nights, falsehoods.

Yet you sing on...
How can you see their soul? 
Stare at the son.

Love song, pub crawl.
The scuff marks stay,
People, rub off, then
Pass away.

Gord

2025-04-08 05:26 am

Easel, muse, what is fate?
My eyes no longer meet it,
My hands no longer make.

Like a glove conceals a ring,
Kind words, greater schemes.
I must run like we were kids,
I love drugs, love the feelings,
I love the girl.

Sober realism...

Stare into the distance,
Eventually you see the same,
Tomorrow, is a little late