The truth today is...

I'm in the process of quitting tobacco and nicotine.
I'm down to a half a smoke a day,
unless I drink
even then I don't share more then
three smokes.
I was smoking 13 to 15
a day, I've been smoking since I was 13
I'm almost 25.
j

if i

I if forgot to tell you this,
the last time I saw you,
I'll tell you now,
I miss you.
like pink lungs miss oxygen
due to second hand smoke.

I wanna lay all my cards on the table,
do you want to do the same?

I have three or four secrets
I'd tell you mine
if you'd share yours.
j

trying not to hate them

My bike and I were hit by a car to day.
I'm fine, not that the driver stopped to
see no they just kept on driving.
Ya great culture we live in.
Another car driver did take the time to roll down their window
to tell me it was my fault because I was on the sidewalk,
then kinda laugh at me.
Ya that was great.

See I just spent yestrday fixing up my bike with money labor and hot water.
She sparkled and had new tires and tubes for the first time in seventy years.
The tubes were german and the valves were rivited with nuts (or maybe thows are called bolts).
The history crumpled free when I separated them...

Ba,
I bought a new patch, on saturday ' Automabiles cause fatal lung disease - health canada'
It's going on the poncho,
ya thats right the poncho
(inscret evil eyebrows and oooooooooooo's)
Good luck out there,
kicking cars is still a good idea, even if your wearing runners.
j

this one wouldn't let me sleep

Let's be animals
if only for a night.

We'll turn off that part
of us that makes us
sit up straight
and use cutlery

Unleash that raven inside of you
and caw.

I'll get on all fours and
chase you like a cheeta
flashing my teeth and batting my claws.

I promise I won't draw blood.

(or) can I or will I ?
How far can we dive into our imaginary worlds
of spirit and guide?

random sunday post and you?

theres this poem stuck in my head
between the neurotransmitters of my brain
and right hand.

Some how when I type
I connect them
both.

Left and right working
togethere to form
words (on a screen)


Between both, I rest dancing between memories of you
while you while you while you
while the you changes.

I catch my breath on the long walks
sauntering, dragging
and picking flowers
.
end
.

between two places spots destinations.

I'm trying to express the feeling of a lay over in an airport you already know too well,
but more like when that feeling comes across you in your day to day, that between moment , when it's just you and your transition. Alone faceing the choises you've set in place for yourself. The poem is just a test run, a few random ideas on the subject not yet fully there. where is there in this digital world? My house makes sounds like a human sometimes.
j

random sunday post and you?

theres this poem stuck in my head
between the neurotransmitters of my brain
and right hand.

Some how when I type
I connect them
both.

Left and right working
togethere to form
words (on a screen)


Between both, I rest dancing between memories of you
while you while you while you
while the you changes.

I catch my breath on the long walks
sauntering, dragging
and picking flowers
.
end
.

between two places spots destinations.

I'm trying to express the feeling of a lay over in an airport you already know too well,
but more like when that feeling comes across you in your day to day, that between moment , when it's just you and your transition. Alone faceing the choises you've set in place for yourself. The poem is just a test run, a few random ideas on the subject not yet fully there. where is there in this digital world? My house makes sounds like a human sometimes.
j

thanks

thanks was said back and forth
reflected in eyes and hearts
in circular patterns
between us.

hmmmmmmm,
thanks
cottonwoods
for your refreshing
outlook.
j