5 am

Even felt was the stage I staggered from that fateful night

Peeling back the curtains the whiskey hi

Almost sputtering on the edge of an icy drive

Frozen was the dawn of a dastardly moment

Sure enough I became the vandal

Recognizing the labour of my own stupor

Weaving to the backdoor I punched at the code

Barking with the lowering moon

Chuckling at me

Given to the chill

I embarked on key retrieval

Found

In lock

Open

Stumble

I breathe

Crash

Bedside

Manner

Lost

On my

Primal release.5 

Beautiful

Washed streets surrounded our home

Always freshly rained on

In the city of permanent green

Blooming foliage was caged in every direction

A west coast sun leapt to the sky periodically

Creeping light across our bow

Fine sailors on this voyage

We’d nod to the walkers, off to Robson or Denman

Life was a smoked filled pearl

Youngsters in a walk up apartment

Vancouver our shell

Liquor the solvent

Powder the shimmer

Pot the fade

Days to night

Night to Days

Two chairs with each

Ever one to preach

She had a look
I leaved through a notebook.

Bob

Thought I’d swim the mile

Plunge into the beast

Shove off with flapping limbs

Preservers are for tyrants

On I swam with my barking head

Finally stopping removing all that bound

Naked in the cold middle part of it all

Where the breeze whimpers letting up with a screech

Distant shores protrude on either side of me

Insignificant bobbing beacons of polarity

Here in the midst I float

Weaving the divide, pattering my vision with the blue sky

Within minutes I surrender to the man in the bliss

Brother, you old friend, you are me

I know his face

A visage lost in the chattering songs

Of self-created annihilation

I missed you, am dying to meet you again

Walk right in

I took you from me.