SUNDAY MORNING 28/06/2009

 

Marc Atkinson Trio

yesterday in

Maple Tree Square, Gastown

free concert

Vancouver International Jazz Festival

 

 

SUNDAY MORNING

surfing the news channels
looking for handles
but the pump don't work
cause the vandals got the handles
thank you Bobby Zimmerman
lines run across my mental screen
nonsense enough to make you scream
ever in the waking dream
coffee hot with powered cream
bubbles rise from my yellow stream
and my back brush removes the itch
my razor wants the side of my face
you grubby old son of a bitch
this poem has driven into the ditch
of things cheaper than a dime
searching for the words that rhyme
and ending up in the slime
it seems to happen every time
when I'm desperate for a line

Sunday morning and the fucking car alarms
go off as every dipshit Harley rider
on their loud pieces of junk passes on Powell
the street will soon close
for the jazz festival
to start again
my kettle has boiled
and my ass has gone to sleep
looking for words to keep
at a price thats not too steep
this thyme thing
leads me where I did not want to go
and makes a nonsense of all meaning
so I will push down on my old French press
and pour a cup of coffee
and lock and load
and mourn the passing
of my blog on the Toad
it seems the servers
have had to expire
on my friends at the old Toadfire
and now all entries
are lost in cyber space
cause all thats gold does not always glitter
and I have succumbed
and under the name jayward33
have become a twit at twitter
click up and you can see
what's currently bothering me.

JWL
©28/06/2009

 

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