Gord

2026-06-18 02:34 pm

The point is the point, 
Boys will be boys, 
The noise: Serpentine, 
Like around me it coils. 

I ask my father, what he knows... 

His axe to grind is my axe to grind,
Consequence, why my ass is fine.
But who dies I'll never choose,
I'll never have the chance to try.

The noise, deafening, and wide.
Like it surrounds me,
And I planned to hide.

As the waves they overtake me,
I realize everyone has to die,
Grandfather's axe was never mine, 
And nothing comes after,
A modern dance to time.

Gord

2026-05-06 02:51 pm

In my arms, your arms,
You talk, then I talk, 
But that life is long gone.

For a list of things you are:
Love of fine art, Love of my arms, 
Love for my mom,
Love, from wild mobs,
Hate for me deep in your heart.

Does that, to you, seem honest?
Pleas, bargains,
Over t-shirts, waterbottles,
Street artist and colleagues, 
In trap houses on Mary.

Does that, to you, seem honest?
They sleep under pizza boxes,
Can never play in concert.

For a list of things you are:
Nothing like you were, 
Nothing in your arms,
Nothing for the club,
Nothing from your heart.

Gord

2026-04-18 08:52 pm

Dry fog, fight songs, 
In my arms, your arms,
You talk, then I talk, 
But that life is long gone, 
A dry cough on a live vlog.

What was it I lost?
The right to be what I was?
The fight to be what I'm not?

From my thoughts: Fuck off.
For a list of things you are:
Love of fine art, Love of my arms, 
Love for my mom,
Love, from wild mobs,
Hate for me deep in your heart.

Does that, to you, seem honest?
Pleas, bargains,
Over t-shirts, waterbottles,
Street artist and colleagues, 
Live in trap houses on Mary St.

Does that, to you, seem honest?
They sleep under pizza boxes,
Drunks, who can never play in concert, 
What was it I lost again?
The right to be what I was?
To fight to live and die on a cross,
Live life on a cot?

Instead, I'll climb the hill to the top.

Gord

2025-09-16 06:43 am

Acting, unsatisfied. Static, over time. 
Am I alright? Everyone expires, I reply. 
As a traffic light, I stop and bathe in red.

Still, I'm hanging tight,
Still, I lag behind, 
Final, panting sighs: 
Fine, then, pass me by.

I'd rather be alive than dead... 

Stand aside? 
I'll walk as you run one last mile, 
Even if it's by myself...

Why do dusty, static people seem to find me? 
Am I the twilight in which it shines?

Red, Satanic light. Active, social life,
Better inside architecture, or the mind.
But, then, Wherefore does magic lie? 

Somewhere before the asking price.

Gord

2024-11-11 09:21 pm

Red, race runner.
Race winner,
Hair, face makeup,
Gray silver.

A sliver of hope, please,
The world cometh. 

Great singers, they say,
Have a way with words,
Do they listen to yours?

When they read mine,
I expose their inside. 

Cinnamon rolls,
She eyes the icing,
When she listens to me, 
Her head is cocked back, 
As if she died.

She says,  
Cinnamon rolls are fine, 
Beige aside.

Change, paper kites, 
Beyond lime green basement lights,
Confirmation of rights.

Like what a child encased in white, 
Could possibly look like? 
Red, less waste of time. 

Gord

2024-08-04 09:27 pm

Like the sun heats sand,
Marrow, lemon, butter.
Yellow begets yellow.

You can get by, off nomenclatures,
You can get off of your oral favours,
High horse and compare your god.

Yellow teeth, shallow gums, fallow claws,
Yellow is the sun that follows you home,
Yellow is Chicago, Toronto and New York.
Kill fellow flowers to see if he loves you,
A selfish color that swallows you whole.

Reach the threshold for silence, clap.
It takes not much for violence to start.
Although, you know that.

So, like the sun meets the sand, 
Grassland or temperant meadow.
Yellow begets yellow, 
Green, brown and red.

You can get by, off those things you said,
Oral favours or fine works of art you posess.

I see the yellow for what it is.

Gord

2024-08-02 12:12 am

Pastel crayon, divine me.
Quite a lot of yellow fears...
I see.

I asked where are they? 
Inside me? Behind?
Corn, cream or citrine?
Honey, they see white...

Gleaming, unsheathed knife,
Streelights, divine me.
What is fear like?
White with yellow?

I think I could but part ways,
Let the meat meet the knife,
See yellow inside their face,
Toenails and eyes.

Again, define me,
Against this chaos I fight.

Gord

2023-04-03 02:50 pm

Young men see visions, Old men have dreams,
His mind was troubled and he could not sleep.

Body smeared in honey,
Head to feet, conceit,
Meant to be supreme,
Yet not even complete.
The sea, is free, comparably,
Considering the moon, destiny.
When you speak, Where you sleep,
To others, it matters only where you scream.
Meant to be, it's a funny thing,
Next movie I hope you're next to me.

Wild marjoram, fine novelists,
Five dollar words, trite violins,
Telling simple lies, promises.
Yet when I saw the world,
My heart stopped again, 
Eyes on a third of my providence.

Gord

2022-07-06 06:40 am

Estoppel,
Mothers teach their daughters:
Fear god like a cannon,
It's about what comes after,
Thanks can turn like a cavern.

Characters in novels,
Monuments in their honor,
Buildings to hurl themselves off of,
In life, it appears less often,
Withering is more common.

Peer down the fandom:
Book like a standard,
Fans buy a good lie.
Banks burn like a tavern,
Like a blanket in shambles
By the fire that looks fine.

Estoppel:  The dragon sighs,
Wishes a sweet prince, good night,
Gone is he with the fire.

Lynn

2022-03-23 11:45 am

I smear vaseline in the corners of my mouth with a cotton swab to seal the cracks that are carved there
from smiling too wide
from laughing too loud
from speaking my mind.

I smudge the nails on my hands with paint, pearlescent and pink
to keep from moving
to keep from creating
to keep from fully living.

I confine myself to an apple and egg whites each day to mold by body
into what I see in waiting room magazines
into what it was when I was a child
into something impossible.

how futile, it seems, to meter my joy, to suppress the wind.
because, when one tries to obstruct what rightfully will pass,
it gains strength, channels down one slim canyon,
and blows everyone away.

Gord

2022-01-05 10:48 pm

Right person, wrong time,
Mother was right,
Life is not a slice pie,
Sweetness inside,
Yet better divided.

Imagination lame,
Deception, I change,
Mirror, terrified gaze.

Do dreams for tomorrow,
Define today?
I wish to wish my dreams away,
Live a simple teal or gray.

Gord

2021-05-14 04:19 am

If one could fly away,
Where could you go,
Besides the sky to stay?

If one could bike,
Cycle into the skyline,
Left foot fine, 
Right foot aligned,
Thoughts fill my mind,
The blind can read it.

When you were fine,
and I took the time,
When you were mine,
I looked life away.
When you're five,
You say goodnight,
and you hope the same,
for your final days.

When you lie awake,
Were the choices you made right:
My private plane,
My rightful place?
My silent rage.
She says you're mine,
To another guy, 
Would I mind?
I mean, I made no complaint.

Gord

2021-04-01 05:58 am

Care, while one died,
Hairstyle the brides, 
Yesses, I am fine,
Guesses, lies:
Cries like a child. 

If wishes could wish,
What would they provide;
A Blameless life,
While men drive the spikes,
Wishing to see eye to eye.
Again like a child.

Gord

2021-02-04 03:12 am

Open lies, a world full,
Ocean tides, border known,
Mapped upon a mobile phone,
Burning eyes, wait in line,
A door, for more control;
Face comes first, defines,
Then maybe later stones.

Which would be more alone?
Sitting German in Lederhosen,
Burning all my former clothes,
Formal close, cutting ties;
Or a heart of glass, love inside, 
Which fights a world, nothing like?

Gord

2020-10-28 10:14 am

Writing one hundred pages,
It turns out to be permanent makeup,
Not exactly an act of nature, 
Rather products of one's labor,
Tattooed to the skin with lasers. 

Other people, Other places
A number of changes, fables;
One's mind, the world adjacent.

Fine, just fine,
Never find time,
Why bother in the prime of life,
When eyes stretch beyond the tide.

Gord

2020-06-18 02:23 am

I wrote the list upon my hand, because I was wont to forget. Memory was always a weakness, since birth I assume. I had since then learnt to cope. Would it rain? I wasn't sure, but I would be ready if it did. 

"Ready to go?" I heard a voice. I nodded, we were probably already late.

It was dark outside, raining. The blacktop shimmered with the small bit of dwindling light that escaped through the clouds. The day was early but the day already felt long, characteristic of the gloomy weather. I opened the door, however, to sunlight beaming in my front door. 

"Great! Looks like it cleared up outside!" but all I could hear was the ocean. The noise of waves tossing themselves on the shore was overwhelming, their loudness filling the air.

"Are you alright?" I snapped back into reality. I assured myself I was fine, just lost in thought as usual. I tried to make myself more comfortable by focusing on the inviting weather, although I was visibly nervous. I felt like something bad was going to happen. 

My foot stepped to the concrete, bending the leather of my shoes and causing them to crease. We walk beside one another in a peaceful silence toward the bus stop, eyes trained on the puddles of the sidewalk. My foot lifted for another step and as it comes back down to reach the water, I felt a wind rush past. I looked up, and I found myself all alone.

Once again, I felt the rain upon my face.

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.

Mary Steffen

2019-07-27 03:08 pm

I am fine
Taken ride
Time in space

I am back
All brand new
Not in love

On my own 
Not alone
So much free