Porcelain that’s splattered
with one little speck
turns into worthless
it turns into death

I am that porcelain
I am regret
The darkness inside me
Is pouring out yet

Terrible, terrible
Stain on my soul
The more that I scrub
The less that is goes

Desolate, empty
Perhaps terrified
Covered in ugly
I can’t ever hide.

Good Friday

God died today
God cried today
I wasn't there
had a price to pay
down at the market
with 300 others
down at the store
with chocolate and feathers
lemon creame pie
hams large and on fire
custard and mustard
and three dozen skewers
a reciept with my name
labeld in red
a reciept in my hand
that told me i'm dead
and then from the sky
came blood like a terror
and fell on my paper
it turned into vapor
God died today
I cried today

scrapes and paste
and sunday blues
pork and rolls and
gravey like glue
burning and baking
and all the like too
it's easter today
but where's the good news?

I saw the colors
It was dusk and the leaves were dead
And under the covers
There were aches and fakes and dread
I hated the trying
The fighting the praying the dying
I was so close to something
But there’s a line I couldn’t be crossing
It’s labeled in red
“Cross and you’ll be dead”
I try for just that reason
I’ve been trying the past 9 seasons
The other side I’ll never see
Instead I’ll die from all the striving

Come to me, come to me
Whispered she softly
Pumpkin on hands
Seeds on the floor

Carve me a smile
With one crooked tooth
Light up my candle
And I’ll glow for you

Take off your shoes
Laugh at the ghost
Stumbling along
Our smoke covered hope

I’d like something faithless
Something false
Something blue
I’d like to make you hate me
So maybe I’d hate you
I can’t keep on going
All ugly and impure
I just want something easy
Something worthless
Something more

I am not charity
I am not empathy
I am just simply
Covered in Calgary

Covered in Calgary
Covered in snow
Covered with people
And oil in tow

And oil and oil and oil
In tow, oil in tow is chasing me slow
I want lungs of black and a nose of coal
I want cancer and terror and air that wont blow
I want passion that isn’t my dream of success
I want old and painful and a tear in my dress
I want something different than science and codes
I want everything except for what I’ve wanted most.

They say land is sinking
They say it’s all heat
But maybe quite truly
It all underneath
Underneath our dead bodies
Our hatred our fear
The crisis in recent
Is from all of our years

ABCs

Where I live:
Alcoholics scream profanities
Bums secure their supper
By digging through our leftovers
Cats fight in alley ways while
Drugs are taken quietly
Ever so often I wonder how
Far we will all
Go to find what might
Hold us together before
Indecency is the only thing,
Just the one true thing we
Know