borderside (from th lakeside sessions)

wood and margaritas says here

are only cool kids. a Jackson

Triggs kind of evening says

solo style / rock on

just abt to fire up october road. had a wonderful…

wood says it cld be even better. I’ve also been in

to th wine. in th dead of night, solo style says

to fall asleep w-perfect. ha ha…

to be honest says I feel so confused. th word is screaming –

sounds amazing, says, I was drinking yellowtail tonight. that’s

for you, that dream

says ( shiraz or merlot or buffalos ) why is

british columbia so fucking big

second annual Paddle for the Peace

electro-dream(or, th spaces b-w her toes are like freeways)

if you love me
if you leave me   I hope    you  live forever     then

            or maybe me drink talk a little so
            less afraid right now. they

are with their father

8

in th garden of myself
was an assault

            th suspects peeld back my skin
            and I flew 

                        I maybe. light bones

I am a strong girl
I am a strong girl
I am a strong girl
I am a strong girl
I am a strong girl
I am a strong girl

8

you are seeing things (contact

                                 and you say th things
                                 you see

are free
?

                        a skinhead bathroom corpse
                        a green apple soakd in bleach

doth
oth
h
*cough – jesus christ, billy, we smoke

               8 hah, we make music videos
                    w-our teeth

see you later
sleeping  paradox                     (vid eados / drrty

                           my last chance was
                           a teenage trampoline orgy

my first sexual experience was
weird

                                 I am a scared animal
                                    I am a scared animal
                                    I am a scared animal
                                    I am a scared animal

8

maybe did you see
this morning 

                                    a red mothe dream
                                    a blue berry nightmare

wake up
this morning      in bondage

and taste th’oh yeah of last night

                             you wrote that drunk
                             so I met th love

8

so I work eight hours a day
what
th
fuck
do I do
now
huh
?

I was going nowhere when

to th cop that pulld me over

on my regrets. “we’re no one w-o some
one, he said, th memories in my head
straight lines and a new moon. he gave me a ticket for going

so slow

            devil beside me on th’alaska highway
            when I’ve been drinking. th lake
            lines are quiet and I’ll just
            keep

                                       to meet you 

so far I’ve had more than enough time to kill,
confess, or in th city   lights
change. but how can we
forget what I did last weekend. just b-c
some people can start over again --

            get tickets and pay them. or do th time

                           closer to you

*

you dont have to understand me -- just hear me      out

                     give me a ticket            and move on

modern day conservation

I went to save th Peace River
w-Starbucks and sparkling
water

la carovana della violenza [outake no. 27]

you said you want me to be more like stalin

         and push yr hunger around a bit

pound you w-my hammer eyes
all into th night 

       and easy comes,
       easy goes, easy flashes me
       her pussy from beneath
       a white bathrobe

              and locks th bathroom door

              leaves me in there w-nothing
              but th smell her shaving cream

                          see what mascara looks like on me)

it's you mirror             you and me

*

         maybe ill sleep on th couch

on th fence 

             so what kind of person      am-i 

w-th nut suckd right out of me

words worth punches wheat blonde ale

it's you mirror                                          you and me

  "come in me / im scared

b antisocial [from "th bp sessions"]

Donna Kane has some interesting new posts on her site, including Barry McKinnon in Whitehorse & the next round of Muskwa Kechika artists. & in case you've been living b/w the scales of a snake, Ken Belford is here.

this weekend I learnd
that sitting around a campfire
gives other people a lot of time
to analyze your life

I can't wait until John gets to the part about mosquitos

[ reading Above the Falls; Kinuseo Falls, campsite 25 ]

who cannot be named under th young offenders act

I fell for you in court when you appeard
via video from th youth correctional centre
in prince george. you sat there
in a small grey room while th crown
went over th details of a fight
in th parking lot of th local mall
where you beat th shit outta some girl

who pressd charges, and th judge
sentenced you to time served
(which turnd out to be more than you woulda gotten anyways)
and you smiled w-blonde hair covering
your eyes. and th warden said he’d leave you
at th gates

I knew those gates out in th woods. and you lookd away
from th camera like th ride was over

th judge askd if you had someone to pick you up
b/c a young girl on th side of a highway and then
alone at a greyhound station
is never a good idea, but th camera had turnd off

so I left court and got in my truck w-o thinking
because I could be there in five hours

because somehow we were in th same place and
I told myself it could work if we just
went from there

you have no criminal record and don’t worry
I’m on my way. when everyone has gone home
and th haircuts are expensive, I’m leaving town
and heading west. red eyes on a smoggy morning

6

if she doesn’t change,
how am I going to explain th shotgun

wedding. fully loadd and on a faint trail
along th banks of th nechako. and she’s got a black
bear in her mouth, and my heart is attachd to a human
skeleton

at a point, we could just never meet and thereby be real --
or else, you could get into my truck...
but how many people that pass you by on th highway
won't have that same thought before I get there

don't be a doctor !

deer eyes

we are drinking beer
my friend and I
in th back of a silver minivan
on th way to edmonton

lying w-my friend, no purpose, gazing
out th window, somewhere around jasper

wondering man those mountains, but
when I hear my name I don't really
seem to care

turn it up, he says

effect and cause
effect and cause

and in typical road trip fashion
we talk about how far we've come
since prince george, in tits and pints
but not twenty-dollar bills,
kilometres or tears

in th mountain pass
I pay cover to think for a moment
back to some of those scenes. limes
and eyes

th'animals are all roadside. many deer
are dead, and no one is clearing th
bodies. we are relaxd in th back of
th silver minivan

we are relaxd like th'eyes that bulge out
of the deerheads at th yellowhead

and th trucks. and th night

is a red chill, my friend,
sips harp regret, for us,
th night is something
to hold on to from behind