Tag Archives: free verse

Ode To Overkill

I wrote this poem for an open mic night I attended yesterday. I was saddened to learn this morning that the last surviving member of the original Motörhead lineup, Fast Eddie Clarke, had passed away. This poem is therefore dedicated to him. … Continue reading

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Staring Contest

I’ve been having a staring contest with an empty pack of Pall Mall Reds for months now. It’s been bounced around in the wind from the gutter to the grass. It greets me in the morning and I say good … Continue reading

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Dancing Ghosts

A border town jazz band playing old favourites for lovers dancing with the ghosts of their dead spouses. A slow lament for slow moving feet and outside someone tosses a ripped up photograph into the dirt because he caught his … Continue reading

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Airports/Notebook/Montage

The Student Light in a Car is the Low Gas Light. A whole day in a seat. Without a cigarette. Sober/a warm bar downtown and me outside in the rain/so alone/feeling nothing except the rain/aftermath of sleep/concrete digging into the … Continue reading

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Nothing for the Page

I have nothing for this page tonight I have nothing to give and nothing to say. Nothing decent anyway. I wrote letters today just to put words on the page but I wrote them with a perfunctory sense of duty … Continue reading

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Dropped Phone Blues

And in that one swift moment cement met Chinese child labour results and power fled the hallowed halls of circuits. Upon replacement of the displaced battery the once laser like movements were sluggish and deadened like a quadriplegic playing starting … Continue reading

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Almost Dead Pens

All these pens are almost dead and I can’t tell which ones will make it to the end of this poem. I pick one and write faster. Waiting on a line that doesn’t finish waiting for a dead end gripped … Continue reading

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