............................The Writings of Colin and Co.

Valium and Tiny

2011-02-14T22:24:00.002-05:00

Just-In Time for the mood swing,
I Over Dosed on Valium.

One moment I'm laughing at Bye Ber
As Tiny serenades girls he will never see
again,
the next
I'm throwing shit against the fan
Hoping for a mess
for a succulent piece of chick
en Schnitzel

Then the Val Val Val Ium takes hold
And I'm a Quite Quiet man; soon old.
Taking more, keeping score of stockers
Hoping they fatten nicely for steak
But until then, then forescore lockers
Full of Chick-en Schnitzels I bake
Tastings dry and... why you care
Not for dietary fare

I have lost control of my tears
I have lost parol of my fears

Colin and Co.

Death by Exposure

2011-01-24T20:05:00.003-05:00

All my life little lies have been whispered
they crawl into my ears like hungry worms
leaving the mouths of parents, peers, culture
this rain forces them out of cracked pavement
but rain is ultimately not the source,
it's oxygen they lack: lies lack the truth
of God that will expose destructive sin.
If exposed, will worms return to the earth
again to dig and plant their subtle lies?
No! Once they step into the light, their fate
is sealed: they die. How may I wash the lies
from the darkened soil of my mind? A Flood:
to wash away the lies of sinful man
and fill my heart with truth and faith and love.

Colin and Co.

Opa Plays Organ in Heaven

2011-01-21T15:26:00.002-05:00

organ pipes shake the foundation
in my heart I can feel the vibration
outside the sun shines bright
smiling evangelists spread some light
inside my organs fall out of place
a cloud of dust forms outer space
like stars just exploded big bang
all the while the choir sang
praises loud full throated melodious
tears fall from the sky glorious
light shatters in each tiny prism
a rainbow forms bridging this schism
I find myself face up on the ground
listen heaven concert organ sound

Colin and Co.

It Takes Time to Mourn

2011-01-20T12:12:00.002-05:00

I shed a tear
but not for sadness
nor for joy
or extreme laughter

I shed a tear
for cold air streaming
against my face
against my control

I shed this tear
rolled down my lash
froze to the hair
I could not shake it

I shed this tear
for the rest of my journey
it finally fell
when I went inside

Colin and Co.

Tears

2011-01-19T12:12:00.002-05:00

When That Song plays
I get a feeling in my legs
I want to dance and shout
But my throat is dry,
I want to cry
When I shoud be bold
Stand up for the 'fold
I smile and cower about
Like a child unaware
Of danger over there
When he gets in her face
And thinks her disgrace
I want to punch his mouth
But my lips are cracked and red
blood streams my face instead
When this song plays
Proclaiming His Praise
I want to dance and shout
But my throat is dry,
I want to cry

Colin and Co.

2010-11-18T12:07:00.002-05:00

Hello. You want to read.

Some wordy stuffing turkey.

Here is a boon for your brain

If you don't read this, insane!

You will be comforted one day

By a friend who wnet away.

I purposely do typos

like double you net.

How can I get

Lypos>?

Bye,

andCo.

Wrong

2010-11-03T20:49:00.002-04:00

I am proven wrong on a daily basis.

Yesterday I was wrong to overreact

to puddles on the bathroom floor

I knew it when I couldn't bring myself

to never flush the toilet like I threatened to.

Today I was wrong to begin a conversation

with negative comments on the smell of dishes

everyone has to eat and if anything my food

smells the worst out the other end.

Tomorrow I will trust in my instincts

pertaining to placing a heart to my heart

all my best efforts cannot keep this love alive

I am wrong to even call it love.

Colin and Co.

At the Writer's Festival

2010-10-26T10:34:00.002-04:00

the sadest old man painted a picture

of how he felt dying

I saw a river in the Canadian north

with rapids and calm stretches

completely surrounded by wilderness

while he painted he told me

he gave up on art when the cancer took

hold of his wife

he told me now of his aloneness.

yet somehow he was here, with a quivering voice

and a tear in his eye

delivering his message to untutored youth

when finished, I saw the darkness release him

and he smiled

sitting in his canoe without fear of the inevitable

Colin and Co.

In Other Wards

2010-10-15T15:32:00.002-04:00

there are things I want to tell you,

not exactly secrets

more like seeing the game from the other side of the rink

– i used to think they did this for the second period –

in other wards

backwords.

what I'm going to tell you

won't make much sense

until you jump the boards

until you jump the fence

what I've got to say

may make you upset

until you see through me

until you choose to forget

Colin and Co.

Response

2010-10-12T21:33:00.002-04:00

Am I responsible for you?

my brother's keeper,

my reader's teacher?

I'm not sure yet.

Here's a piece, take a bite and tell me what you think:

There are these words

about love and loss

with some chains and freedom thrown in.

I saw the chains as a result of stale love,

possibly a false love (lust?, mistrust? thrust?)

most likely an incomplete love.

So these words of loss led me to believe

that freedom was simply understood once

one separated from this incompletion.

But the 'teacher' told us these chains represented

the suppression of the middle class

and all that commie crap.

And freedom came (according to teach)

from a woman able to stand up for herself

and dare to challenge the satus quo.

So I ask again: am I responsible for you,

my reader, my brothers and sisters?

I'd say, I'm trying to say something.

But if you get it wrong I won't kill ya for it.

Colin Long Time No See Co.

Symbolic Transit

2010-09-11T22:40:00.005-04:00

waiting

waiting for the first

to make a move

to type the words

mouths can't speak

waiting for nuance

in expression, tone

to signal the light

make it yellow, red

waiting in silence

for the collision

to blow this candle

end the green light

waiting to move

beyond white lines

Coling anda Coke.

Symbols of our Transportation

2010-09-11T22:39:00.001-04:00

Imagine:

intersecting roads

traffic stopped in all directions

all the lights are green

All I see is green

green light

yet

but

however

No one moves

no pedestrians walk

no cars slowly rolling in anticipation

even on my bike, my breath is not held

Are we blind? can we not see the colour,

the position,

the space?

Motionless we lie

waiting

Colin and Co.

I'm back?

2010-09-09T21:10:00.003-04:00

it's funny how many faces

I recognize

yet I can't remember the sound

of any voices

maybe one day your eyes will find me

your mouth

make music I remember

we can become more than familiar

family.

We could be related.

Some day I will see you all again

forget names

faces

but remember that one voice

the familial present

blends into anonymous pasts

We could be family.

Colin and Co.

Sorry for the absence. Writing Hiatus. Do you remember my voice?

We're family.

2010-08-07T22:27:00.002-04:00

i won't tell you why i can't speak

a language pleasing your emotions

but i speak to the ground beneath your feet.

I tell how majestic a creature walks upon it

what imprint your shoe has left

not the colour of your voice, for

ground has not eyes or ears.

hear the sand flowing out the

desert of your mouth and it's blinding my eyes

arms swinging looking for something to grasp

hold

touch

feel the ground as I fall on the beneath your feet

sand fills my mouth and

I can't speak.

Coli nan dCo.

2010-08-02T11:08:00.002-04:00

sometimes I follow a narrow trail

into mud and trees and teeth and feet sinking

the more I try to release its grip on me

my weaknesses made plain to see

sometimes I am led down a wide road

into fields of sand and sun and wind cleansing

the less I try to escape this paradis

my source of strength shines clearly

Colin and Co.

Slavery

2010-07-15T18:18:00.002-04:00

pulled a weed last week I did

grab it with my hand in glove

next week that weed I will pull

again roots I won't remove

saw a girl last week I see

peek though glasses on my face

next week I will look again

that girl becomes my disgrace

ate an apple yesterday

pluck it gently from the tree

oh those apples taste so sweet

I eat them for eternity

Colin and Co.

The World Came Together at Fisher and Baseline

2010-07-12T21:27:00.002-04:00

drum lessons, $20 per 1/2 hour

lessons include training in technique

syncopation

four limb independance

and playing along to your favourite bands!

some lessons cost more than others.

some lessons humble more.

no student is greater than his teacher.

mix emerald steel and blonde beer

and you end up with a spanish dutch teaching

we'll call it "Nederig Esmeralda Lección Onbedoelde"

God was the teacher, and the price was

$896 per split second, or $0 per 116 minutes.

Either way, I learn alot.

Colin and Co.

2010-07-04T22:11:00.002-04:00

I have out grown

chasing fantastic love.

Hand me down some

real live hands to hold.

Colin and Co.

2010-06-28T22:05:00.002-04:00

grass grows

I mow it down

people come go

quick dead clippings

lie on the road brown

blown away forgotten

Colin and Co.

The best car I ever drove was a VW GTI and the last time I kissed a girl was grade 8 and she dumped me three days later.

2010-06-21T22:02:00.003-04:00

my dear jealousy,

How I revel in you today!

I succumb

become

numb

my emotions drink your potions

ocean drown down town I found

you sitting down sipping beer.

Not so cheery, are you?

Through the haze of hate

Justificate agilitiy

numerate civility.

These words foaming in my mind

make me realize what I prize in this life:

mostly beautiful women and cars

Far beyond this stage I understand

that a man has a plan and it...

So can I choose to lose you?

Colin and Co.

Church (2)

2010-06-15T21:21:00.002-04:00

built a wall

to separate

tear it down

stop the hate

door swing wide

people inside

get out

shout

...

more next time.

Colin and Co.

Church

2010-06-13T19:40:00.002-04:00

I'm a brick

I'm a beam

a crucial piece

manufacturing

human shapes

intertwine

form a house

shines divine

....

more next time.

Colin and Co.

We're awake.

2010-05-30T20:16:00.003-04:00

I'm lying on a bed of clover

chewing tasty pink buds

when out of the blue (literally, cloudless was the sky)

your face appeared upside-down

laughing with a smile as you shook

my day dream awake.

You're lying on white hospital sheets

pulled tight to keep the lines off your back

as tubes and wires intake and exhaust

your body an engine in repair

I drove you into that tree

my nightmare awake.

We're lying on a bed for the first time

our unity a cleaving bond of love

based on the foundation Christ built

between humanity and God

intimacy manifest despite broken pasts

our marriage awake.

Colin and Co.

Intradecadence

2010-05-27T22:05:00.002-04:00

So.

All the blogs I read have recently posted apologies for the inconsistent posting of late. I will not do the same.

I am not sorry for posting only 4 times in the month of May. I said it would be daily, but I have spent little time on my computer since school ended, and I have been feeling less motivated to write. Is it because of the second-hand THC? Not sure. English has taken a hit, as usual, when I am separated from educated people and plopped into 10 hour days with drug addicts and high school drop-outs. Excuses are useless.

And I wouldn't have it any other way. Language can only evolve if there are large populations who care not about the rules.

And isn't poetry not caring about the rules? Or is it caring too much to obey them? "My words are not valuable enough to have the honour of being placed into grammatical structure." (Co. or Colin)

Here goes:

two punches on shoulder

love taps ? hatred

the smile gives away

"doing just what I wanted"

Thanks, pour me my apple juice,

Old man. Now,

bearded guy refuses handshake

"Lay Off the Bush!"

Ok, I know, old habits,

even my dad noticed them still

But I won't stop, can't, I am

uncomfortable

with my position on Planet

Barbeque some hog

chill that beer so we

relax our senses, take hold of

us, oh Substance! We need you to

guide our destruction. destroy

ABS pipes cutting corners

get paid to much for doing it, fixing it

then we drown in sweat

not anymore soon it is

liquid sulfer Flaming

Colin.

and.

Co.

Lawn Mower Blues

2010-05-17T21:57:00.003-04:00

monday morning

I'm mowing. It's snowing.

White dandelion seeds flowing.

You're thinking about drinking,

and I'm faking while you're baking.

Pot smoking you're toking,

I'm loosing you're boozing.

We've got to start choosing

soothing words to heal these

breaking bones and aching hearts.

Stop frowning, we ain't drowning (yet)

Stop lying to yourself,

You're dying yourself.

While I'm living, he's crying;

While I'm giving, he's trying

to fix his monday morning.

Colin and Co.

2010-05-08T22:25:00.002-04:00

You strike a chord on my heartstrings

reverberates through shirt

valves open close fast

doc says I have high blood pressure

it's not salt it's music flowing

your voice press

words that make me smile or doubt

comfortable meaningless hugs

spoken in time

rhythmically.

So I drum standing

for you take my seat and drive

the beat increases exponentially

until heart attack

Colin and Co.

2010-05-02T16:26:00.003-04:00

i'm trying to deal with the idea that

sex is just a casual thing

we can use and reuse like recyling

sex is just a causal thing

the consquences are out of sequence

sex is just a casual thing

repeating sounds like cheating

sex is just a sacred thing

You Would

2010-05-01T16:36:00.003-04:00

Would You?

would you step out of yourself and into another

's life, body, soul, future

would you take pleasure in knowing both good and

evil, take the fruit of the forbidden tree

would you allow your desires to control your

actions, pushing you past fantasy

would you risk emotional destruction and physical

shame between two people

would you turn your back on the God who made a

way that was right and good

would you be willing to deal with the consequence

child, guilt, innocence lost, hell gained

would you have sex with that woman walking down

the side of the road

would you " " that child of God, that soul-filled human

that one you've never met

you don't know her name

you don't know who she loves

you don't know anything but

her outside appearance at a glance

of 55 kilometers per hour

what the "would you" are you thinking?

would you stop writing and start talking, Colin.

...... and Co.

Slowly Falling

2010-04-27T21:17:00.002-04:00

it's a dream and i'm

swimming towards

shoreline safety

swimming away

declinations rapid

not moving

and i sweat underwater

remembering treading

for an hour and a half

in a contest family reunion

so i rest in the moment of

deciding

push myself harder and call for help

let my body be taken by death currents

either, which?

i choose both yell for help while

my arms and legs stop moving

now everyone sees me drowning

but i'm too far from shore for rescue

watch me dissolve

Colin and Co.

2010-04-26T22:38:00.002-04:00

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Let[s] cut some grass, shall we? we shall call ahead and order dine in to go.

MUseic

by bye bey

Colin SUCKS Co.

Going Somewhere Nice

2010-04-19T20:43:00.002-04:00

imagine driving with the windows down

listening to exhaust leaks bounce off the curb

from under the car so the "bzzzz-grzzzz"

flicks on and off when passing driveways

and the air the passenger seat my palms

warm with the heat of summer approaching

we're going somewhere

close to home to change spots and I try not to freak

when I hear bob break and esmerelda buckle

so I laugh to keep the cool and encourage you

we'll be rolling soon as you get the feel for it

and I'm getting the feel for you too too too

not yet but soon soon soon

Colina n dCo.

Tooth for Teeter-Totters

2010-04-17T19:19:00.003-04:00

I apologize for the crappy poems of late.

I write them on the fly – as I hope you are all aware – and so they are often not good. I read them back usually once after typing them, and then again the next day. Sometimes there is a gem, but usually they suck.

I have been writing some prose lately. I think it is good. It is semi-autobiographical. I write short little chapters, never more than half a page, and never more than one a day, in an attempt to keep it fresh. I think it might be the start of a second book. Maybe when I am farther along, I'll put a couple chapters up here to get your feedback.

For today I will give it another try:

Forgive me, dentist, for I have sinned.

my floss has remained on the shelf

smelling like old candy stuck between my teeth

because I didn't use it to remove the old candy

you get the drift.

Now I have maintained a religious twice-daily

brushing schedule, but of course, that doesn't

take care of the candy between

And somehow my smoking brother

can get away with brushing twice weekly

and you let him off without ticket or warning

and even his wife barely raises a fuss.

Can these unjust hygenic procedures

continue without moral judgements

on my faith in science and medicine and laughing gas

those wisdom teeth can stay in, you say?

As some sociologist once said,

"all medical designations of deviance

are influenced significantly by the moral

order of society and thus cannot be considered

morally neutral."

well,

I'd say,

Ph.Ds don't mean a pile of quarters when the tooth fairy comes for ya.

Colin and YOU Co.

You're asking to mop, woman!

2010-04-15T20:46:00.002-04:00

someone please tell me what's with

all the chicks driving trucks!

Is there no more Miata's on the lot?

Did we finally run out of Mustangs?

Those seats can't even move close enough

to the pedals for the shortlimbed females.

Do they need books under their butts

to see over the steering wheel?

Someone give them a trailer

so they can pick a Civic up off

the side of the road.

Oh, Dang,

those feminists finally put words

into action: Equality at its finest!

But did they think of the poor biker,

(even one six foot three over the pedals)

who gets run over by the F350

making a right hand turn on a red

driven by a five foot three chick

(a blonde and fine one at that)

who couldn't see the biker crossing the sidewalk?

Maybe if you ladies drove Rangers,

I think your point would still be made

and there would be less road kill.

Colin and Co.

Air Quality Control

2010-04-13T16:15:00.002-04:00

too much sugar at the eighteenth floor

not enough carbon to breath out wet

oil stains on the underside of nails

get the clippers, it's the only way

clogged filters choke my story

engine stops bogging down

cleaned the carb like new

lungs on a baby where

parents smoke less

than my golf did

before I pour

sugar into

the tank

on the

18th

floor

Colin and Co.

Crisis

2010-04-11T16:29:00.002-04:00

identity

who we are

what we do

where we're from

when we live

why we exist

must we let these questions

be answered by others?

must we let their answers

define us as people?

can we break free from our past

our broken homes

our soiled hearts

our sinful hands

and start over?

can we sever cultural connections

built up over years, built into our families?

I want to be a new creation.

I want to live by God's standard.

I want to break the cycle of guilt.

I want to find my identity in Christ.

freedom is within reach

let's grasp it and let it define us.

Colin and Co.

2010-04-09T10:27:00.002-04:00

what type of person

falls in love with letters

words sentences typed?

a lack of emotion

of tonal clarity

unthought slips

of the tongue

although we compensate

with *elaborate@#$punctuation!!

or EXTREME capslock

and ~U A$$!1!1 lol xP (; ~

what meaning exists here?

All I want is to sit with someone

quietly

knowing that calm patterns

our breathing

brief eye smiles

tells us all we need to know

about eachother together.

Colin and Co.

Long Weekend Olfactory

2010-04-07T21:56:00.003-04:00

Easter weekend was awesome enough to keep me off my computer. So no poems here. Sorry.

this weekend smells like stale engine oil

turkey grease and lilac blossoms

with a touch of sweaty hockey equipment

waves of cow manure flow airborne

until their music disappears in the rain

that brings new scents of worms

muddy gravel and thirty year old blankets

even the lady bugs smell stepped on

fake new car won't last long down windows

and fresh hay that is just popping out

suddenly I'm smelling rotten cucumbers

and new vacuum tubes and now I know

this weekend has to end on Wednesday

Colin and Co.

Traan Trein

2010-03-30T23:27:00.004-04:00

It begins to rain

as I wander down paths

droplets fall faster towards

my face

I soak it in sweat salty tears

Ik was

en dwaas

voor jou

So I allow water to wet me

set me

in my way towards the sun

This dam need no longer

hold back my sorrow

Colin and Co.

Stop being so Sentimental

2010-03-28T23:48:00.003-04:00

I'm always taking things too f a r

close to home.

(It's where my heart is)

Like the time I wanted a drumset

soooo bad!

I gathered water jugs, pan lids,

buckets, empty pop cans,

and a hockey equipment rack

and played it for months before

Christmas and my parents clued in.

A few years later, I was so excited

to get new rims for Alexis,

they were 1979 BMW 320i gold basketweaves!

So of course I was in such a rush to

bolt them on, I didn't tighten the left rear

enough and it broke loose just meters down

the road and here we go tow truck again!

Recently I went hunting, pulled out the ol'

Remington .700, rode out to the fields,

found this beautiful buck, a real keeper

once in a lifetime, so I waited and waited

for the perfect shot. Waited too long.

Some other guy walks in with a shotgun,

So of course he gets her, but what a dirty shot.

And today I sit here with my new drumset,

with a car on all four wheels. With

plenty of deer I could scope out,

But all I want is my

pots and pans my

three wheeled 323 my

once-in-a-lifetime-deer.

Colin and Co.

2010-03-26T17:40:00.002-04:00

we can't keep living this way

walking all over those weak

worn out gum drops below us

wearing the world on our feet

while the adicts steal purses

work the street for needles

wipe a swab over their forarms

wondering when the next cop

whacks them over the head

when we stand aside approving

wishful thinking we may as well

wallow in the puddles of blood

washed out of prisons filled

with our neighbours our friends

who we should have loved but

we turned our backs while they

wandered in alleys afraid to sleep

waking in puddles of urine and shit

what the hell happened

where did we go

wrong?

Colin and Co.

Don't Ask

2010-03-24T23:01:00.002-04:00

a dog is flying a kite

it wears a poncho

a runt

wait a sec!

the kite is flying itself

it has wings

a boy?

with wings!

naked except high heels

holding a string

tied to dog's neck

he wears a top hat

on a fat head

turned right

wait a sec!

the dog is a machine

with a motor

and gears

a robot?

wearing a poncho

with a string around

his neck choking him

the wings flap lifting the

robotic dog off the ground

severing his mechanical head

Colin and Co.

For Your Information

2010-03-23T18:21:00.003-04:00

Hello Readers (aka "Co.")

This blog has turned into an every-other day blog instead of a daily blog as it should be. Sorry about that. I've been busy writing essays. I will try to find time to write here as much as possible, but it may stay an every-other day blog for the next few weeks.

On another note, my book is still for sale. If you don't like the poems I write here, keep in mind I write them all on the spot (unless otherwise noted) and therefore they do not get the chance to go through the rigorous editing/revision stages that my writing normally undergoes. The poems in my book, on the other hand, all have been planted, pruned, and hand picked for print. I would not sell poems that I did not think were the best I could offer at the time. If you buy my book and disagree, thank-you, that means I can get better!

"Miserable Comforters" costs $5. I am only printing 50 copies, so if you would like one, let me know. If you are far away from me, fear not, I have already sent two copies by mail over 500kms.

OK. Thanks for reading. Feel free to comment once and a while on a poem that stands out, and tell me why. These saplings may one day grow into a large forest with your help.

Colin and Co.

Wide Awake

2010-03-22T10:19:00.002-04:00

it's a picture sliding off the wall

water running down pipes

missing that card on the river

it's the hole in both socks

last song and I'm wide awake

dirty spoons in the drawer

it's when she calls your bluff

the wheel flys off your car

we lose ourselves to another

Colin and Co.

what we won

2010-03-20T11:50:00.002-04:00

when i retreat into my mind

write

and see the world as it is

word

and feel the breeze in my lungs

wind

and taste the fruit of denial

wet

and smell the engine exhaust

waste

and hear the soft love songs

weep

i comprehend my mind is not

whole

Colin and Co.

2010-03-18T18:06:00.002-04:00

bellow bus blow dust

squint behind specks

sidewalk bell ringing

stop walker swinging

round at the sound

let me pass leftside

riding on my five gear

hear click click shift

down for the uphill

back sweat shirt wet

not work just chill

my way into spring

Colin and Co.

Spatial Photography

2010-03-16T21:40:00.003-04:00

space defines us

hold

walls keep me in

you out

I look thru glass

at freedom

ceiling music is entrancing

until I realize it's you

dancing above me

damn this frame

cutting crap out of the picture

I want to see life

in plain

hold

me close

you in

this space

the freedom

of fields

we can dance on hell's ceiling

a picture too wide for any lense

Colin and Co.

2010-03-14T22:01:00.002-04:00

we try so hard to get away

we forget this place

we plan our lives so far ahead

we forget present

we desire the better life

we forget grace

all we have is

where we are is

who we're with is

all...

stop believing you have everything

stop believing you have nothing

you have both

you have niether

I am alive

I am dead

I am free

I am slave

I am good

I am bad

He is good

He set me free

He died for me

Apart from Him I cannot live.

Colin and Co.

You just won the lottery, welcome to your slavery.

2010-03-13T20:31:00.003-05:00

I'm in love with open windows

I'm in love with Breton crackers

I'm in love with orange fish

I'm in love with crisp lager

I'm in love with mild understeer

I'm in love with worn clothes

I'm in love with ace eight

I'm in love with Arcade Fire

I'm in love with empty pens

I'm in Love with no one (cares)

Colin and Co.

Singha Reunion

2010-03-11T22:17:00.003-05:00

mini rivers run off the snow banks

basking in the warm sunlight

fade out

child in a highchair cornrolls in her hair

spoonfed thai food by francophone mum

grow up

an unusual combination of three guys

take old gay jokes too far again

move on

this is spring

young lives sprout

while the old ones watch

soft eyes longing

for warmth

Colin and Co.

Hang Time

2010-03-10T21:43:00.002-05:00

the universe resting on a spec of salt

lodged in a cut on the roof of my mouth

making music fade linearly outwards

till teeth wiggle loose

and tongue is a flame

all matter stands on one foot

teetering in mid fall

is this all that matters?

distinct notes ring like bands

of precipitation across radar

sense the storm in temples

the world falls fast

hang time lasts forever

time lasts

forever

ever

for

re:

Colin and Co.

2010-03-09T17:33:00.002-05:00

smooth wail flood

my ears again

high pitch whisper

hidden under

soft scream sink

city burial

wet tears sing

the sun set

secret song drown

single days

sweet sound wash

solitary being

Colin and Co.

Cess Pool

2010-03-08T21:29:00.002-05:00

Sorry for missing 2 days. You will get over it.

oh success

pool cue stick

stale smoke

seven down

stale beer

eight to go

stale mate

sink

with a plop

to the ocean floor

i told you

better to tie

the anvil

round yo neck

do it yoself next time.

than mess

with young

blood like

Colin and Co.

Lane Ends 50m

2010-03-05T23:53:00.000-05:00

Red Light. Right Lane.

BSAR facing east @ Mt. Pleasant.

Lane ends fifty meters after intersetion

Two cops sit end on end next to me

Left Lane. Long Light.

Waiting... watching the other lights. Green.

Decision: beat them to the front.

Beat them to the left!

Pedestrian warning lights flash

Mt. Pleasant is about to turn red

Yellow first. Clutch disengaged

Right hand in first. Left on wheel

Right foot rests on the throttle

Red

'one onethousand, two'

GREEN

gas-engage-clutch-floor-to-fourthousand

Shift!

floor-to-fourthousand

Shift! (signal left lane change)

floor-to-threethousand

(check mirror-they're way back)

move to left lane as fifty meters runs out

seventy kmph exactly

Shift to fourth gear.

cruise...

They follow closely till

the right lane reappears @ Erie ave

I move over, they pass.

One hits the curb in the middle

@ the bends before Colbourne

I chuckle and return

unacquitted

to home base.

Colin and Co.

Takeoff

2010-03-04T21:47:00.002-05:00

one fluid motion:

door snaps open

pizza bag enters first

drops to the passenger seat

as my bum simulataneously

slides into the driver's

left foot disengages clutch

left hand flips power switch

right hand releases from

pizza bag handle, presses shiny

button to the right of steering column

'VROOMPop-Pop-gargle'

she lives.

Alexis lives

for me and I for her.

I hold her in my palms

feel the rhythm of her

four cylinder heart

pulsing faster and louder

as I fuel her appetite

as she breathes oxygen

we live.

We race

against the time

for the heat of the pizza

escapes fast

We race

against anyone who will

join our mad parade

of burnouts

redline shifts

weaving traffic

like a straw

we time lights

memorize exactly when they change

so we don't have to look at them

we focus on the gaps

left by lazy drivers

who have no sense of the

conservation of motion or

the speed of other drivers.

Alexis and I

have this down to a

science.

Colin and Co.

Pie Preparation

2010-03-03T21:16:00.003-05:00

Leaning against the wall

in the threshold between

the customers zone and

the employees only

I observe:

the dance of the manager

with aggresive thrusts

leads the kitchen staff

in violent tango

Such transition

(one has ever seen!)

into a smooth swing

towards the ringing telephone

(this in full view of customers)

and the dance turns oral

you swear any ears would melt

at the sound of such calculated words

the deed done, orders in!

The little reciept printer squeals

underpaid chef rips off another

begining. This one a

'Large Hand-Tossed Canadian'

With the precision only available

to the one who has performed

this ritual a myriad of times

he throws the dough

spreads the sauce

with uniformity

places pepperoni

mixes the mushrooms

bacon and cheese

together before

tossing them gently

evenly covering the pie

leaving exactly one inch of crust.

Into the oven for 7 minutes, 40 seconds.

After baking, cutting into 12 slices

and boxing, the perfect pie is ready to go!

Leaning against the wall

in the threshold, I hear my name

followed by this:

"62 Lansdowne

Mr. Wilcox"

Here we go!

Colin and Co.

Answering the Call

2010-03-02T23:47:00.002-05:00

*fyi: I am going to try to write a poem on the spot about pizza delivery for the next 5 days. This was inspired by filling out a job application which asked, "what was your favourite job, and why?" It got me thinking... enjoy.*

Answering the Call

Cheap grey vinyl seats, left

warmed by my bum and right

by hot pizza bags, which

reek like greasy goodness

and make the fabric smell for days

even with windows rolled down.

In this young night, hungry stomachs

call 310-10-10 and make their demands.

The lazy ones who won't sacrifice their

teams to unobservance on the telly

make sure to indicate 'delivery'

And so begins the journey

pavement and potholes are the path

pizza and pop are the goods

people and pets are the goal

here we go!

Colin and Co.

Dinner for two

2010-03-02T00:15:00.001-05:00

We need some flavour!

We need some spice!

We need to savour

this asian rice.

Don't crack egg shells

Garlic salad, my breath smells

Yellow yolk stains my teeth

Shriveled sausages, no beef?!

We need something tasty

We need something nice!

We need to eat hasty

this asian rice.

I've got sausages, thick round

all beef! Yellow corn kernels abound

Your breath will taste butter-sweet,

so why don't you take a seat, eat!

We've got some root beer

We've got some ice

We've got some good cheer!

with asian rice.

Colin and Co.

2010-03-01T10:20:00.002-05:00

I apologize for missing Feb. 26 and Feb. 28. Life can be crazy sometimes.

I just wanted to remind everyone that my book is for sale. If you'd like a copy, let me know. They are $5. Thanks for reading.

a face in the carpet

stares at me

I turn away

scared ashamed

look back

you're gone

your gone

Colin and Co.

Heart Specialist

2010-02-27T00:27:00.002-05:00

you see right through my

happy charade

ask an innocent question

"what do people do to make you mad?"

and I walk into a biology lab

dissect me. Take a peek

into my hidden anger

observe my discontent–

and you not only discover

cancer in me,

you know the cause.

You offer me treatment:

silent understanding.

I take it in gulps,

for need of another

to know the pain I suffer

and be quiet soul comfort

Colin and Co.

2010-02-25T17:56:00.002-05:00

the children giggle in fields of sand

their parents converse on the edge

nothing but happy sounds

quiet rustling sheets and the

shish

of dry skin on dry skin

the old couple snuggle

in Sunday afternoon nap

two young friends

walking step in step among

brown puddles of slush

splash

ugly setting for the life they begin

together on this day

wind whispers in my ear

a distant voice floating inside

singing

'close your eyes

shut your mouth

hold your breath

and listen'

Colin and Co.

#22

2010-02-24T22:35:00.002-05:00

The Russians got a game

plan to foil

Team Canada has a name

in Dan Boyle.

He sets his face in a scruntch,

Afinogenov

won't get away with that cruntch

in the corner.

He chases him down the hot ice

eyes on prey

he's on his Russian ass twice

'fore he can pray.

Maxim's team explodes in a boil

a scrum ensues

the Canucks defend their man Boyle,

a round of booze

for fans all over this great nation

in an Olympic hockey celebration!

Colin and Co.

Language is a Disease (only some Suffer)

2010-02-23T17:33:00.003-05:00

a patient of language has

succumbed to the word

death

could this mean less than life?

and yet hopeful

pee / eh(ch) / dee's

hypo,the,size

the paradox and dichotomies will resolve

themselves with a small dose of irony.

haha

"The construction worker

(building word towers)

will suffer due to the harsh environment

he is required to work in. But these towers

are so admired

it's a worthy price to pay."

ja.

The patient takes this in

alcoholically

with the realization that (t)his death

is worth more than life,

thank you.

Colin and Co.

This poem is colourful on too many levels.

2010-02-22T20:06:00.002-05:00

elephant grey skies

Ferrari red cheeks

cold winter ecstasy

water blue t-shirts

sand gold skin

wet summer foolishness

emerald green accord

chocolate brown eyes

hot hiway love

Colin and Co.

2010-02-21T18:02:00.002-05:00

While on vacation in Madrid

the ego fought with the id

and lost

The cost

of enacting unconscious desire

a home will be set on fire

Though the house still stands

all hope is hanging on strands

of kin

The sin

not only our lives we tore

but the little ones we bore

Colin and Co.

Information

2010-02-15T15:54:00.003-05:00

"...The Writings of Colin and Co." will be on hiatus from Feb. 15 - Feb.21 for Reading Week. The fact that I haven't missed a day in this blog since I started the end of January suprises me.

In other news: I have been working on a self-published book for almost a year now. I had one version printed and I thought I was happy with it, but it turns out I am a perfectionist and I ended up making numerous changes. I am now on version 3, and I hope to print some copies this week. If you are interested in obtaining a copy of my tiny book entitled "Miserable Comforters," you know how to get ahold of me. The cost will be $5 per book.

Thanks for reading.

Colin and Co.

Equations of Order

2010-02-14T00:38:00.000-05:00

I went first.

We are supposed to be a team

working together towards a common goal

living a life void of lies

building a home to live in one day

sharing secrets and setting boundaries

taking steps in the right direction

comforting eachother through trials

running the race set before us

laughing at our weird habits

believing in eachother when we fail

a team that knows

this game doesn't end

on planet earth.

We are supposed to be a team.

But I went first:

jumped the gate,

ran the yellow,

butted in line,

ate before everyone sat down.

down.

we fall.

I was disqualified = you had to run solo

I was t-boned = you were stuck in traffic

I was sent to the back = you faced humiliation

I choked and died = You ate by yourself

They say

'the first will be last'

I'm last, you're alone,

we're done = it's my fault

don't forgive me.

Colin and Co.

Syncopation

2010-02-13T15:12:00.003-05:00

the speed of the clock

Is constant.

Time races as friends laugh and play

Rainy days drag like

clogged arteries.

The clock speed is not

the speed of time.

tick-thump-tick-thump

the rhythm of the heart

Is not constant.

Nervous excitement builds up pressure

Cuddling with someone special

till two tickers synchronize.

The heart beat is

the beat of life.

Colin and Co.

The Prodigal Son

2010-02-12T11:06:00.003-05:00

This is another poetry assignment from the workshop I took at Carleton last semester.

It follows one of the most complicated forms I have ever seen. It is a Welsh form called, "Englynion y clyweit." Here are the rules:

4 verses, 3 lines per verse, 7 syllables per line, each line in each verse must rhyme, each verse must ask a question with the first line introducing the question, the second line describing the question, and the third line must be a sort of proverb by itself, but can fit into the other three lines in the form of a question.

On top of this, our teacher asked us to pretend we were poet lauriates for Canada, and we had to write an 'Englynion y clyweit' about the georgraphical area we reside.

OK, here it is.

The Prodigal Son

Have you seen the poor man strive

Marching down Meadowlands Drive

Strength and will cannot survive?

Is this how we're meant to die

Cold, alone, unjustified

Empty hearts are lost in time?

Did you hear the gunshot ring

Silver bullet glistening

Open flesh bleeds suffering?

Can we turn this life around

Place our feet on solid ground

What was dead is safe and found?

Colin and Co.

Come, O Lord!

2010-02-11T15:20:00.002-05:00

I've followed ten

commandments

to obey You,

read sixty six books

to learn Your plans,

I've worn Your cross

on my sleve and

played Your music

out of my speakers.

I've gone without food

I've gone without sex

I've gone without friends

because You were mine.

I've given ten percent of my finances

forgiven seventy seven times

served in Your Body

told others about You.

But none of this matters,

unless You change my heart.

I long for Your love.

I await the day when

temptation will cease,

when tears will be

of pure joy only.

I ask for

patience

endurance

forgiveness

Fill me with Your Spirit.

Create in me a pure heart.

I want to love You,

because You loved me before

I turned my back on You.

I want to know You,

because You knew me before

I opened my eyes in blindness.

I want to see You

Face to Face,

for today is a mere reflection

of Your Glory.

Marana tha

Colin and Co.

I need a new obsession...

2010-02-10T22:08:00.002-05:00

today shinny round steel balls

roll fixed in stale grease

against iron crank shaft

with a sprocket on the right

pedals dangle on either side

where caterpillar boots lie

running round rusty chainlinks

circling clockwise five gears

selected by salty derailleur

attached to a one point one

millimeter cable leading

to slider style shifter

right hand adjusts according

to how fast we can travel

based mostly on elevation

or obstacles on pothole paths

as my legs push down left

then right repeating my sekine

takes me on thirty five

year old tires at thirty five

kilometers per hour

to my destination:

school.

Colin and Co.

Bluefish

2010-02-09T16:55:00.002-05:00

in a crowd of blue fish

on a baby blue backdrop

you are the goldfish that stands out

orange

glowing against the fresh water

like green toxic radiation

in lake Erie or Ontario

in this crowded body

cloudy dihydrogen monoxide

fish swim in infinite directions

except

you are the only one swimming

directly towards my eyes

mouth open in a smile

in a boat above the deep

I float to find you once again

break the surface between us

scoop

you gently in my hand to bring

us back together in clear air

no longer will I be blue

[now that I've got you]

Colin and Co.

Tomorrow

2010-02-08T12:34:00.000-05:00

Tomorrow it will not happen. I will intervene. I will stop it from happening again. I will put a stop to what happened yesterday. Tomorrow I will walk towards the parking lot. Tomorrow I will see the smiling girl. Tomorrow her smile will not fade. It will never fade because tomorrow I will stop it from happening. Tomorrow I will forget to pay attention to the weather. I will smell no sausages; I will hear no busses. He will come skipping along towards me, but tomorrow I will stop him. I will stop him from happening to her, the smiling girl. She does not deserve what happened yesterday. They do not deserve it. So I will stop it tomorrow. There will be no rollerblader tomorrow. Just a few bikers who will miss my encounter with the happening by two minutes. Tomorrow I will choose the exact time to intervene. I will step forward as his skipping will stop at the still smiling girl. Before their eyes can meet, before it can happen, I will make my move. Before he can touch her, I will touch him. Before he can hurt her, I will hurt him. Before he can wreck her, I will wreck him. I will grab his arm, he will start like a cat, like a cat who has just been found out. He will see the concern in my eyes, I will see through the veil in his to the danger under the surface. We will stare at the soul through the eyes of the other. We will see the tears in her eyes as she remembers yesterday. He will see the determination in my eyes as I remember today. I will see the the fear in his eyes tomorrow. Tomorrow this parade of chaos will end. Tomorrow what was wrong will be made right. Tomorrow will bring hope for new life. It will not happen tomorrow.

Colin and Co.

Today

2010-02-07T23:28:00.001-05:00

Today I realize what happened. It should have never happened. I hope it never happens again. The aftermath is somewhat blurry, but I spent some time thinking about what happened. I understand that I must do something. But what? Today is after it happened. So how can I make a difference on the past? But I cannot remain silent. I have to approach the situation again. I have to try to stop what happened from happening again. What happened can happen no more. Not in broad daylight like it happened. Not at all. Not today and not tomorrow. Never again can I let this happen. Because I let it happen. I just have to be in the right place at the right time, like yesterday. Then I can stop it from happening. But why didn’t I do anything yesterday? What if I freeze again? This fear surrounds me. But it is legitimate. It took two and a half hours for the adrenaline to seep out of my veins after it happened. Today I must prepare myself for it happening again. Mentally, I am reseting my mind. I cannot approach what happened with my selfish personal application again. It is beyond me. I must understand that. And yet it is so in my control, my sphere of influence. It is my responsibility. It will not happen. So now I can sleep tonight. Sleep with the peace of it never happening again. Today is a new day. A day to realize the wrongs of yesterday and prepare to fix them tomorrow. And I am prepared. I have run the event over in my mind so many times. I am like an actor, memorizing his part in the play. Today I can breathe. Today I can move. Today I can look back and stop what happened yesterday from happening tomorrow. Today I figured out what happened. It did not happen today.

Colin and Co.

Yesterday

2010-02-06T14:00:00.001-05:00

Yesterday it happened. I was walking to the parking lot when, right before my eyes, it happened. I saw the girl and her smiling eyes. She smiled right until it happened. In fact, I couldn’t see any reason for the smile to fade. But that was before it happened. The sun was high and everyone was shaking off their winter clothes. With a skip in his step, I saw him pace towards me. I didn’t see it coming, but it came. It was a slow motion kind of video in my mind. But it was as plain as day. Then the guy on his roller blades blew by, just missing when it happened. What a day he would’ve had! The roar of the bus bellowed in the distance. They seem to invade every situation. Like this one. But that roar faded to a hum when it happened. All my senses were heightened. I felt as if I could taste a barbeque that was roasting sausages on the other side of the river. I could swear I read the button on his backpack as he turned when it happened. But I forgot what it said because it happened. Life went to slow motion when it happened. I felt as if this was the climax, the apex, the meeting of every circumstance and situation that I had ever been through in my life. It all came together when it happened. There she was, smiling; there he was, skipping towards her; there I was, watching it happen. The bus was humming away, almost inaudible in my ears. My stomach stopped growling, forgetting the sausages. I read his button as he turned. The girl stopped smiling. Time stood almost still. It happened in slow motion. They turned and faced each other. Aware of what was about to happen, I tried to swallow but my throat was too dry. Then it happened. It happened yesterday.

Colin and Co.

Fire the Canons!

2010-02-05T23:59:00.003-05:00

"to the death" cries the general

to the death young men and old

for your time is up today

your bodies must feed the earth

with your breath broken bones

fight the enemy for glory

for pride and for nothing

not a voice can stop

this violence

not a silence can halt

this war

let your mind be full of hatred

let your mouth overflow with screams

to let live is to give mercy

undeserved and unforgivable

to kill is divine justice

to the death our cause will fall

slay yourselves with murder

stab the one who follows

the opposite way the wrong

they came to meet their maker

they came to meet their taker

of life and hope and song

ignite the wick

propell the lead

fire the canons

we're all dead

Colin and Co.

A series of paragraphs in a story that I have yet to title.

2010-02-04T22:00:00.005-05:00

There are many ways of going about finding a mate in Charlie's world. In some far away places people are told who will be their mate when they are still children. It is predetermined. In the part of the world where Charlie lives people have to find their own mates once they reach the age of mating. What exactly this age is, few can agree upon. How one should go about finding one's mate is another unagreed upon. Some of Charlies friends go to social gatherings with the intent of finding a mate. Often there are other people looking for a mate at these gatherings, so the chance of success is fairly high. Charlie's own parents had met in a bar, for instance. Other people spend their time making themselves appear attractive so prospective mates will come to them. This method has mixed results. An increasingly more common choice among Charlie's peers is finding multiple mates for short periods of time, one after the other (or simultaneously), discarding mates as they are bored of them or more attactive mates come along. This new method is attractive because it requires little commitment and shallow emotional connection.

Stay tuned for the next exciting paragraph in Charlie's quest for a mate! If you have suggestions for a title, leave them in the comment box!

Colin and Co.

Firewood

2010-02-03T21:58:00.003-05:00

but for now the tree once stood

beside the shed it falls down

one day we will burn the wood

listen to the crackling sound

to keep this country home warm

up to the roof the best view

of sunrise and lightning storm

morning lawn covered in dew

soon to feeze with autumn chill

maple leaves will dye of thirst

heave the axe until the kill

dry wood is split with a burst

pile it high inside the shed

to burn inside the fireplace

when summer is gone and dead

before winter shows its face

but for now the tree once stood

Colin and Co.