The Montreal International Infringement Spoken Word Show is tomorrow! I’m hosting this year’s event at the infringement festival! Come and see it, as it is a show not to be missed! the show starts at 8:00 sharp, at the Concordia co-op bookstore. Now, to whet your appetite, here’s some poetry:
WHITEWASHED FENCES
Whitewashed fences
Whitewashed faces
Apple sauce dreams of chocolate incense
Under the microscope of mental iniquity
My inaptitudes are not inadequate
Lost among the jetsam,
Founded in deep blood
Forged upon anvils inn furnace-fire hammering.
I wish I could be hammering
I wish I could be hammered
I wish I had the dollar
But I ain’t got the sound
Ain’t got no lettuce
T’ throw all ‘round
Humiliation
frustration
is every where
underground is where the fun is,
underground is where the sun is
but sleeping in the cemetery
is not the option I’ve chosen
so I roam and I ramble,
hike thru brush &bramble
since my life’s a shamble
is it worth the gamble?
No. it isn’t.
Mr. Seek and Dr. Hide
Mr. Seek searches for things
Like the things that he can’t find
Because there is always
Dr. Hide.
Dr. Hide hides things
And forgets where they’re hidden
Dr. Hide hides the things
That Mr. Seek needs.
Dr, Hide, it seems, must always
Hide the things Mr. Seek needs
And Mr. Seek finds frustration
And useless things all bundled up
Where useful things should be.
Mr. Seek is always searching
For the things that disappear
For Dr. hide hides them
And pretends to join the search!
Dr. Hide hides things
And forgets where they’re hid
Dr. Hide hides the things
That Mr. Seek did.
Mr. Seek searches for things,
The things that he cannot find
Because there is, as always,
Dr. Hide.
Electric Mayhem
After a humiliating wait
And entering late
We can find our fate
Heavy fines
For having good times
Tainting the positives
And tainting the pronoia
With paranoia and pain
Ears hear as if in a bubble
Ringing out their Tinnitus
Blood coursing in magnetized flow
Thirty thousand watts and three thousand decibels
Hair is flying
Bald heads are bobbing
The whole joint is throbbing
Metallic soundwaves course
And magnetize the iron in the blood
To the extent that the body complains bitterly to the brain
But the brain overrides the pain and insists that a stationary stature be maintained
With bouncing body and banging head
Hair is flying
Everywhere is coursing
With metallic electrical energies
Nuclear blasts of electric mayhem
Frying circuits overloaded
And this catharsis
Is the gratifying reward for
A Humiliating Wait
Of long, drawn-out processes
Elaborated and elongated by others, stretched by outsiders
Beyond all patience
Ears hear as if in a bubble
Ringing out their Tinnitus
Blood coursing in magnetized flow
Thirty thousand watts and three thousand decibels
Hair is flying
Bald heads are bobbing
The whole joint is throbbing
Beyond all patience.
