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Anonymous
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Exchange
I don't come from these parts
I understand you well enough,
but your ways are foreign to me
I would beg your patience
no one in this world is
patient anymore
I'd have you attend to my words,
but some might, for you,
lack meaning -
I am a human like you
differences loom large
I love, I cry, I get angry, I get tired
I get hungry
look at the similarities
get beyond the differences
maybe I have something to
say
maybe that which is enigmatic
will become understood
let us exchange words....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, Dec., 2014, Surrey, B.C., Canada - I'm hopping mad this morning, but I'll spare you. All the best, people....)
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Greg Cameron
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how is it froze en /?
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Anonymous
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Billie Piper's fool is me
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Anonymous
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Snapshot
whose fool might you be?
the march of time proceeds right over your hands
they can't figure out who to crucify
they'll empty their torture chambers
long after anyone ceases to care
all the news is bad
welcome to the Race to the Bottom
last one in is a rotten egg
rotten eggs boil as well as fresh
Time shows you the back of its hand
it does no good to cower
take it on the cheek
take it on the chin
pull yourself together
and
move on
no protests here - we've got tear gas
no feelings here - we're all cynics now
you better look to your bank account
before you look to the Lord
banks aren't what they used to be
the meter is running
do you know what you're costing us?
we want payment in full - now
and have a nice day
we'd throw your things into the street
the piano last
we'd tow away your car
take away your wife, your children
there's a pit just over there
it could hold a lot of bodies
no need to hold your nose
when you're dead
but hold on now
we've got plans for you
you won't like the plans
but that's neither here nor there
just look into the camera
and smile -
that's how history is
going to
remember you....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, December, 2014, Surrey, B.C., Canada - and Merry Christmas, folks!)
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Greg Cameron
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Happy Holiday vagina
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Anonymous
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Stretch
the day stretches away out of reach
mountains of trees fold
upon each other -
brothers bound in prayer
houses near the pit
in neat little plots,
one yellow-and-white
on a hill a dog once howled
a boy howls
he isn't fooling anyone
someone once left broken glass
all the way up the driveway
down the road, past an
intersection,
a blinking red light
a cougar screams
a little later, a mother lifts a phone,
inquires anxiously about a son,
but on the TV the hockey game
is already started
a friendly tiger
fills the screen
things are going to be
just great....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, December, 2014, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
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Deal Breaker
macaroni ROKU & dr.pepper
lunch box toothbrush
coffee coffee coffee $40 ThermosŪ
ugly & old
warted nose
broken english
if you were the girl I sent the come get it bae vid to
if only it were true if you were she
but all I have are blues
other than her I doubt I like
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Anonymous
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One-Off
stretch your arms and greet the day
the sky spreads for Infinity
let's kick the sun around
using the four corners of Earth
as goal posts
Time works its unpleasant magic
flows forwards, backwards,
sideways
people, trees, mountains
mount
things flash by
in mockery
birds spread their wings
and take off
they want nothing to do
with you
but the voices twist
in a tornado of sound
your words come back on you
the words of others
official words
gossip
lies
none of it
really you
you smash the barb wire fences down
dragging the wire after you
in trails of blood
you drive your fist into rock
splitting your knuckles
you scream
but nothing comes out
everything is misunderstood
they all sneer
and on with everything
things flitting
quavering
you make a stand
let things whirl
what has it to do
with you?
and what you are?
cows died in this river
in bloated agony
untold fluid shit
henhouses with
chickens atop,
wings spread in terror
barns full of hay
burn
balloons with candles
launched
water caresses the stones
an old Sherman tank
a motel nestled in mountains
stores full of junk
no one buys
WELCOME, TOURISTS!
the symmetry of land
laid out in lots
your brain has no symmetry
spiders weave webs
slugs leave trails
children leave home
there is no happiness here
run away
have abortions
do drugs
drink because
what is there else to do?
dance because
there is only the dance
dance till you drop
but be warned
when you drop
you'll never rise again
only one couple left standing
and they get the prize
cows panic
run out onto the road
dogs bark
but it only makes matters worse
roads insinuate
headlights illuminate
a cat looks from the porch
but just can't be
bothered
you look into the old pit
remember how monsters used to
puke smoke into the sky
they're gone now
more houses than there
used to be
I'm dancing atop the bridge
but I'm not gonna
jump off
look at me
look at me
the river runs on
it has no choice
and neither do you
turn and walk away
don't even look behind
because there's
nothing left....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, December, 2014, Surrey, B.C., Canada - an improvisation. I'm tired, sick, and I just can't be bothered writing this down. Enjoy it. As the title says, it's a one-off....)
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Greg Cameron
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Another World
push your way through the
long grass
peer over the
peeled white fence
the mountains crowd around
to see what you're
up to
clouds top themselves
as if on a pudding
cars push the rain aside
a sign tells people to
turn off,
but they never do
no one is in the motel
the swimming pool is covered
the world seems
greener than ever
but the grey rock face
stands forever
a sinister frown cast
upon the darkness
of the human comedy
cows mill about
crows brave the elements
and Time has nothing to say
about an empty building
where once people danced
cars parked in no sort of order
couples flirted and made out
in the parking lot
and lights stood on poles
as if beacons
to another
world....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, December, 2014, Surrey, B.C., Canada - a bookcase collapsed downstairs. I have a brother who disdains books. Perhaps I entertain other ideas. All the best....)
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Greg Cameron
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My wish is that yours comes true
I find myself lost in you
Grab the light
scorch the fear
End of the era
the bright hot fire
grows nea r
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Anonymous
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Modest
armed with a modest battery
of learning,
a little bluff,
an unpleasant sense
of humour,
a high sense of self,
and a low sense of others
he sets forth upon the world
hoping to cruise both storm and calm
he doesn't get
where he wants to go
- that doesn't rattle him,
not exactly -
but when a bony hand
knocks upon the door
maybe he's just a little
at a loss....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, Surrey, B.C., Canada - been coughing all night....)
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Greg Cameron
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You don't want me because you like me.
you like me because I like you.
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Anonymous
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Smuckhole
You don't sound so crazy today
the world doesn't have a clue
what a mistake you would be
with your sickness spreading like disease
once you had it on it's knees
today to god you cry
prayer chain let us all believe the lies
fuck the fuck off and die
badbye
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Travis Cole
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I stare at your image
hoping
praying
that the shadow of your face
is burned in my retinas
What I would give
to crack open a world
of savory limitless possible impossibilities
To hold them tight
stoke the fire
feel you
and recoil into
a deep blue bliss
What mischief is afoot
for me to surrender but at once discover
how much is showing
underneath the pressure of your fingers I'm glowing
Backlit and beautiful
constant and climbing
ascending by microtone
The lights go out
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Anonymous
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I want you to want me so bad
you don't want everything
So you'll have nothing
And I'll be in the negative
Why must I want you and need you so
I want to cry about it but I gave the old lady all my napkins
God please shine your light upon me
show me that this life is not for suffering
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Anonymous
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Not Coming Back
the rats have run away
the clouds turn their backs
the sun keeps its distance
will you be there in the morning?
will you be there in the evening?
the cat laps its milk
a robin alights the mailbox
are you a cow looking through
a barb wire fence
at something you can never eat?
ants crawl through the stonework
slugs leave their slime
let's live with the beasts in the field
let's eat potato bugs
beneath the boards
let's pull snails from their shells
and swalllow
stinging nettles by the shed
dogs down the road barking
a school used to stand over there
you can see where it used to be
all the cars used to park in this driveway
let's shake hands with the cedar trees
let's match palms with maples
let's hop into the car,
go down to the grocery store
it's right by the pool hall
let's see if they still
sell the same old things
maybe we'll never
come back....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, 2015, November, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
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I don't know what
or how I
went wrong
But now theres a huge hole in my heart where you used to be
And I dont know how to fix it
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Anonymous
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Blood Moon
she saw my blood upon
the moon
she rose into the sky
and
licked it off
she became red,
so beautifully red
radiant in the darkness
suddenly
she shot off
and became a star
- there she glows
and will continue to do so
till Time itself
goes out....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, November, 2014, Surrey, B.C., Canada - and you have no idea how much trouble I had today actually getting to a library today. Oh, brother....)
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Greg Cameron
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I'm Coming At Ya
I'm coming at ya
there's nothing you can do
don't you see all my people
their eyes glowing in the dark,
waiting for you,
waiting for you to fail,
waiting for you to fall?
I'm coming at ya
the earth trembles
and you will too
you should be scared
feel the dampness of
your own sweat
feel the thump of
your own heart
you turn to run,
but you can't move
I'm coming at ya
suddenly everything's too far
you feel claws, teeth
sink, rip, gouge, bite, tear
snap, crush
- and then it all starts again
you run and run and run and run
I'm right there behind you
feel my breath
get armies, police
pull cars, asphault, buildings
in front
duck into alleys
hide under bridges
dig under ground
plunge into the river
run to the light
cower in darkness
it all means nothing
because it's all over now
first they laughed
then they turned away
you're left with only me
cry and look up
into
my eyes....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, November,Surrey,
B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
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Not wanting the wanter
pushing all the way through
even if it hurts
even if it bleeds
Contracts
decis ions
convictions
mistakes
remorses
the lesson's taking too long
to rear it's head
to appear in woodwork
synapses of my brain
barely connecting
yet so reletntlessly wanting
Everything, all the time, all at once
The life of an extremist
too hot and too cold
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Every time
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Death Licks Its Lips
Death licks its lips and purrs
looking you over with
grey-green eyes
Death likes what it sees
ponders the imponderable
erases tomorrow
draws a chalk brush over yesterday,
leaving a cloudy green blank
you turn to run
but where would you run?
Dinner is served
and you're the Main Course
don't worry - it's not as bad as all that
say Open Wide to Death
tell a joke, take a picture
Death has a sense of humour
don't you see? - its lips pull back
look at those teeth!
that's a smile
don't you know?
(Greg Cameron, Poem, 2014, Surrey, B.C., Canada - as I said before, I've been subject to a serial Internet vandal, trashing my e-mail accounts. From now on I'm not posting my e-mail account. I hope by now you know who I am anyway. Or perhaps not. I don't know....)
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Greg Cameron
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He's standin' next to a mountain, but I want to piss in his guitar case.
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Anonymous
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ok red whateve
why do I got it bad for her I think love
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Anonymous
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Droolin' Kerri droolin on the keyboard
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Anonymous
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Her soy shake might bring all the hipsters to the yard but I wanted the 8 cows an 8 cow wife is a keeper these days
I would gladly give 10 cows for her love if I had a cow
all I have in my heart is cow manure compost where I keep my cuttings and if she had no cows my heart would not care and if she had no cattle but still had the yellow hair
my heart knows she's not bland shes like an explosion in my mind red white and blue woooo make her my valentine all the time
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<3
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I have you completely
but yet I want more
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Anonymous
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Paint your body with my saliva
Peach, red, tan, white...
I don't really have a life
Shiny
smooth
You taste like life
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Anonymous
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To paint yourbody with my saliva
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Anonymous
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She has called me here so here I am
There is still someone who can make me give a damn
the same one after all this time
who I have dreamed to be mine
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Anonymous
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My ailment and my antidote
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Anonymous
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Even in themiddle of a fucking home improvement store
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Somebody save me
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I don't want to think about you
E very
single
waking
Hour
But I do
I can't give in
and I can't give up
Im so doomed and so damned
I don't know how this has gotten such a
strong hold over me
but I want it DONE
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Anonymous
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I don't want to want
But when I do
I want it with you
Please God take it away
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Anonymous
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Quite The Puzzle
she posed in front of the mirror
to study her reflection
toss her hair this way
and that
tilt her chin
just so
run a finger
along her fine skin
but the moment she smiled
she turned to stone
it was really quite the puzzle
but in the end
they decided to
leave her there
because, after all,
she was still
beautiful....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, Oct., 2014, Surrey, B.C., Canada - oh, and I have a new e-mail address. I will refrain from comment here....)
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Greg Cameron
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Until then
I make a vow unto myself
To incessantly think upon you
Day in and day out
Your amazing face
the glory of your hands
the things they do
The things about you I could admire for hours
If this is obsession I don't ever want to be free
You would never know
You will never know
Lessons learned
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Anonymous
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Only time will tell. ..
I miss you endlessly
I want you so very lodged deep inside
all of these milliseconds
culminating
To release
We shall see
about you and me
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Anonymous
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Only time will tell. ..
I miss you endlessly
I want you so very lodged deep inside
all of these milliseconds
culminating
To release
We shall see
about you and me
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Anonymous
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That level of
fun
and comfort
Are things I will never again see
I miss those days
some of the best in my life
And you were at the center of it all
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Anonymous
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See
you see me face-down
in the water
pads of vegetation
encircle me
strands of this and that
bend with the flow
a tree trunk overhangs
the water
vegetation by the banks
is reflected by the stills
you clamber down
give me a kick
a little prod
you look me over the longest time
but you never turn me over,
afraid of what you might
see....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, Oct., 2014, Surrey, B.C., Canada - I had a dreadful time getting here today, thanks to the Surrey Public Library Computer system. Sheesh. Incidentally, this was an improvisation....)
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Greg Cameron
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The only thing that helps
Is the savoring of your memory
At will
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E
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I cant make you promise you'll love me
I cant make you love me
I cant make you love
I cant make you
I cant make
I cant
Obsession hurts the obsessor
more than a million daggers
flying out of your mouth
you'll never ever know
Because you dont deserve it
So where's the fun?
I learned alot today
so much from the lack of love and life in your words
Are you really this cruel
or are you just pretending
What are you hiding and why
Your intentions are clear as mud
your heart frozen and loud as day
I don't want to believe it but I do
That's all that's left
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Eve
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I cant make you promise you'll love me
I cant make you love me
I cant make you love
I cant make you
I cant make
I cant
Obsession hurts the obsessor
more than a million daggers
flying out of your mouth
you'll never ever know
Because you dont deserve it
So where's the fun?
I learned alot today
so much from the lack of love and life in your words
Are you really this cruel
or are you just pretending
What are you hiding and why
Your intentions are clear as mud
your heart frozen and loud as day
I don't want to believe it but I do
That's all that's left
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Eve
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Scarecrow
scarecrow looms with straw menace
hat tilted rakishly a little back
unseeing button eyes
arms offering minatory embrace
bits sticking out
here and there
it smiles most ambiguously
presiding over the resurrection
in the field before it
time passes ever so slowly
each minute reluctantly
shaking hands with the other
but come the resurrection will
inch by inch
a reaching forth
till at last all are free
- good God Almighty! -
but even as they stretch
for the light
they sway uncertainly
before the Shadow
of its cross....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, Sept., 2014, Surrey, B.C., Canada - not much sleep last night, folks..... )
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Greg Cameron
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Agape
you think I'm dead,
but I'm pretending
and just when your face is
full of tears
I'll jump up,
grab you in a great big hug,
give you a smacker of a kiss,
laugh maniacally,
then bounce around like a cartoon
while everyone stands about
mouths agape,
astounded at my
resurrection....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, Sept., 2014, Surrey, B.C., Canada - not feeling well, but haven't been for some time/all the best, people ....)
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Greg Cameron
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Honk
barb wire bounds your mind
the sun rests high,
but it's all in black and white
ferns caress posts,
reach between,
then decline in failure
circles about the trees
no sign of eternity
the barbeque heats nothing
a wheel-less car falls apart
rock walls seem to hold up
the earth
flowers, swing set, slide
a plastic pool
3-quarters full
slugs leave their slime
crows mock then
die away with a rattle
the house across the road
is empty
and will remain that way
you run around pretending you're
a soldier
then rest on the patio,
feet dangling down,
playing with wet pebbles
around the tap
you grab a plastic superhero
and as you do so,
a driver slows, honks his horn
you have no idea who he is
as he drives away....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, Sept., 2014, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
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Down
she put the really old book
back on the shelf,
pushed past the swinging doors,
walked down the stairs,
left the library,
down the steps,
and never looked back
not once....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, September, Surrey, B.C., Canada - another morning from Hell...oh well....)
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Greg Cameron
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With All Due Respect to Stephen Harper
if 'normal channels' can
deal with the problem,
why
to date
have they not
done so?
(Greg Cameron, Poem, August, 2014, Surrey, B.C., Canada - yup, a political poem - hey, if the great Canadian poet F.R. Scott can do it, so can it. So there)
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Greg Cameron
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I Dreamt
I dreamt I was
dressed only in my underwear,
wandering through a minefield
and if I were to stumble
across one at long last
and it went off
- bang! -
a large unseen audience
would laugh....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, August, 2014, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
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Off They Go
big leaves wave goodbye
birds squawk their joy
dead people face-down
in the mud
a soldier throws his gun
over his shoulder
looks at his hands -
bloodied from pre-execution fun
he tries to rub out the red
on his shirt,
but it won't come out
he shrugs,
a fellow soldier throws an arm
around him,
and off they go
to enjoy a few beers
and some laughs....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, August, 2014, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
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Sorry
you're sorry,
but sorry isn't good enough
and the grave yawns
its boredom
at the prospect of
having to swallow
such as
you....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, August, 2014, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
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No Return
swim in the sounds of night,
reach for the moon,
pull it down,
bounce it a few times,
then kick it
run along the beach
past the mountain
covered with trees,
stop, plunge into the water,
head out
way way out
past the point of no return
and maybe in a car
driving down the incline
someone will look out the window,
point, and say,
"isn't that someone out there?"
(Greg Cameron, Poem, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
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Greg pull my finger
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Anonymous
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Unfold
you sniff the flower
and the Universe unfolds
the sky turns a deep purple
the Moon farts to the
disgust of neighbouring stars
the lights in the houses
of all the neighbours
go out
fish walk out of the river
on legs
birds, sensing the gig is up,
seek refuse at
the Mountain
an ant at your feet
offers to sing
the Complete Works of Otis Redding
and the cat's out of here
probably never to
return....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, Surrey, B.C., Canada - I'm all wet today, people...and that's no metaphor!)
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Greg Cameron
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Not Right
she leans this way and that
feeling somehow she has missed something
she looks at a dog across the street
who looks back
she looks at various people on their way
not one of whom gives her a glance
she looks behind
to board games on the blue carpet
tussling with her brothers
giggling in the sunlight cast by the window
driving to recital with Father
who never said anthing
she remembers things easy, so easy,
too easy
she remembers the reflection of a pool
on plastic, the smell...
but nothing registers
and she walks on feeling
something isn't
right....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, 2014, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
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All the names you have for the same dribble nonsensical illogical illness you spew onto society via this poor excuse of a virus infected page second only to the failed Obamacare official website.
An alias for each mood a name for every pill you take
a display of distorted thinking patterns
You can't even take the time to end a sentence or two here & there with a sound that corresponds to another as you suggest we call it poet ry.
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Trav
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The Chambers
in the judge's chambers
the bald-headed judge and
the lawyer meet
they smile at each other
the lawyer walks up to the judge,
grabs the judge's head,
and screws it around and around
until it comes off
"my word," says the judge's head,
nestled comfortably in the arms
of the lawyer, "this is the first
time I've had the pleasure of
being unscrewed by you."
"it is, as it were,
an unalloyed pleasure," says
the lawyer
and the headless body of the judge
looms over them,
shrugging as if
nonplussed....
(Greg Cameron, poem, August is it?, 2014, Surrey, B.C., Canada )
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Greg Cameron
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My work here is done
Onto the next one
It takes an angel to know o ne
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Anonymous
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Middle of the Night
you wake up in the middle of the night
by the light
falling through the curtains
you see me
on your pillow
about to bite
tiredly you squish me
with the nearest hand -
a red stain on your pillow -
then with a grumble
go back to sleep....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, July, 2014, Surrey, B.C., Canada - and boy, is it hot!)
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Greg Cameron
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Walk
the dying of night pulls you deep into nothingness
you're swept past the waterfall
past the blank rock face
up the bluish-green mountains
always the mystery of the mountains
the moon emerging above them
casting its light on a land divided by
barb wire, wooden posts
land furrowed into long strips
multitudes of corn waving to cars
on the freeway
cows looking over fences
always finding the grass greener
once they took the class to see
chickens laying eggs
a woman with gloves held up an egg
of almost perfect symmetry
you thought of fried eggs and omelets
amongst the birdshit and hay
the whole thing like an assembly line
another time they took you to a commercial farm
lines of cows looking at you with plaintive eyes
they live to give flow
always the flow
you stepped in cowshit
but the vaporizers, the nights
you found hard to breathe
the apple tree
the shell of an old car
a barbeque where you could choke
on your own smoke
going across the bridge to swim
odd drooping trees near stores
a Sherman tank - years later you would
argue pleasantly with a taxi driver
over which tank was better - the Sherman or
the T-34 - the taxi driver always defended
the former - nice guy but out to lunch -
you fought war in comics
under tall trees
tossed grenades into creeks
you once went out to Halloween
dressed as a wartime Canadian comic hero
who the hell did that?
you wondered about old times
flipped through old magazines
lunch boxes had splashy colours
the Partridge Family, Monty Python, the Irish Rovers
fat cars squealing in Quinn Martin productions
sock it to me!
and you moved away
to heat, sagebrush, tumbleweed
the cat went to hell
impregnating all the cats in the subdivision
Chinatown burnt down,
casting a long dark finger into the night
you went further on up the river
Hell is wherever you are
nights by the radio
catching faraway Yank stations
municipal arguments in distant places
call-in shows - yes, you're on....
and the local stations
someone has a song dedicated
to a Native Canadian girl who
once propositioned you
you would regret, not for the last time,
being shy
across the river
a yellow junior high at the bottom of the hill
walking
the hills by the highway
watch the marmots sun on the cement
again, move
walking, walking
beneath the bridge
empty oil cans, stubs of cigarettes,
loose pages of an abandoned porno magazine
the river looking so oily
you'd swear it'd catch fire
if you cast a match on it
walking, thinking up pages of an absurd novel
you were writing - a cartoon in words
and thinking up and humming songs
that'd get you laughed off the stage
were you an actual musician
again move
you tried running
running up the hill past the shopping centre,
the hospital
chafed the sides of your legs
you never really liked it
so once again, walking, walking
the Accident - blackness
confusion
you start university
you walk around the neighbourhood
in the middle of the night
all the lights on, cars in driveways
televisions beaming in living room windows
the rows of lights on Hastings
dangerous, but you never thought of it
years, walking, walking
worried, always looking behind
tormented, always feeling as if
you could jump from your skin
walking downtown during the Trial
you'd later interview street people
on these same streets
sometimes you cut through an alley
nothing happened
many years later
walking, walking
looking for something, someone
never finding
one hot day at the supermarket
drinking a pop you encounter
a neighbour who has a crush on you
but you never felt strongly about her
she offers you a ride
you accept, you tell her of where
you've been walking
and she says, "you sure do a lot of
walking, don't you?"
yup - but darkness sweeps you up
you're flying
frightened but free
you know there's one place left to go
you'll get there
one way or
the other....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, July, 2014, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
-
Photo
this is a
photograph of me -
pretty lousy,
isn't it?
(Greg Cameron, Poem, July, 2014, Surrey, B.C., Canada - as the show Laugh-In used to say, do we have time for a quickie? C-Ya.....)
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Greg Cameron
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Just So
in a tired moment
she perhaps remembers
the small round tables
the wooden chairs
the poetry books on shelves
classical records
flowers in pots
hanging from the ceiling
framed movie posters
beards
long skirts
talk, endless talk
out the window
past nearly transparent white curtains
the small grocery store
across the way
- and maybe her lips pull back
in a little smile
and the late afternoon sun
reflects off her glasses
just so....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, July, 2014, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
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Family
legs apart,
hands on belly,
head tilted back
and slightly off to
one side
as if about to
belch,
looking about with
beaming eye,
he sneers at
e verything....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, July, 2014, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
-
So lounley so quiet is the night
So crowded so loud is my mind
Guess it will never end
Do I want you back?
Or is just my defeat emotion
I have to admit
Move on ,get new
Grab a new wave
So what you lost one big wave.
Catch another or get out
Crazy mind crazy you
Crazy me crazy Us.
Roller coaster of emotion
Spitting mind games.
YOU.
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Ustedamus
-
I died trying to save
The life you lost
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Anonymous
-
I sift your eyes, for the smallest grain,
and wade your mind and path your veins,
momentum, collar slipping for second short.
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Z
-
Shouldn't
you pour grain on the rock
and when you come out later
all the birds wing off
as if caught
doing something they
shouldn't....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, July, 2014, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
-
I want two, three, more...
Betwixt the paradox
all or nothing
all and nothing
Shooting blanks
cold guns
The choice between love and lust
its here, right now, tonight
All that's boiled down, the culmination
The
pinnacle
pinnacle pinnacle
pinnacle pinnacle pinnacle
pinnacle pinnacle pinnacle pinnacle
pinnacle pinnacle pinnacle
pinnacle pinnacle
pinnacle
The limbal ring of your love
up against fervent assion
Dont know which way is up
I press up against both
within
Dichotomy of desire
I drown
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Eve
-
I want two, three, more...
Betwixt the paradox
all or nothing
all and nothing
Shooting blanks
cold guns
The choice between love and lust
its here, right now, tonight
All that's boiled down, the culmination
The
pinnacle
pinnacle pinnacle
pinnacle pinnacle pinnacle
pinnacle pinnacle pinnacle pinnacle
pinnacle pinnacle pinnacle
pinnacle pinnacle
pinnacle
The limbal ring of your love
up against fervent assion
Dont know which way is up
I press up against both
within
Dichotomy of desire
I drown
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Eve
-
Don't Play With Guns
don't play with guns, my child
you'll sit on a cold floor,
pick up a revolver,
give it a spin,
pull the trigger
and as nothingness emerges
from something so
narrow, you'll find
your open-mouthed surprise
stops nothing.....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, July, 2014, Surrey, B.C., Canada - infernally sluggish keyboard today, sigh....(
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Greg Cameron
-
For All That
three bikes - one dark red - spin to a stop
overlooking a pit
boys chatter, point
the ground trembles
ready to disgorge some secret
the machinery lumbers, roars,
hurls and heaves into action
trees all around droop
in worship
mounds of sand
shed rivulets
a yellow house keeps mute witness
a dog down the road barks
as you know it must
and smoke billows into a sky
that is blue
for all that....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, July, 2014, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
-
Adrift
I'm adrift in a sea of possibilities
it doesn't seem
anyone's going to be stopping
I'll just
look into the sun
and bake....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, July, 2014, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
-
Fantasy Found Inside An Empty Bubblegum Wrapper
another Three Stooges poke to the eyes
you can't piss anywhere
but on an electric fence
a line of broken glass to the road
all traffic lights red
- but sharks dance in the streets
lions wear garlands of flowers
giraffes just won't mind their own business
you'd join the dance,
but you suspect you're not invited
a little girl tugs on your shirt
says she's lost
so are you
she runs off to a see-saw
where she bounces up and down
even though no one's on the other end
past the trees is an open-air
rock concert
you haven't heard this sort of riffing in years
and when you join the enjoying throng
the bearded guitarist smiles at you
as if to say, "Welcome, my friend.
We were expecting you all along."
you buy some cotton candy,
float off into the sky,
and land at the centre of some small town
bingo hall, shops, pool hall
a man in a suit puts his hand
on your shoulder and says,
"You're quite right -things really are
stacked against you. You might as well
throw it all in. But I'd have you consider
that maybe it isn't as bad as all that.
Hmmmm. Keep your chin up, mister...and
have a nice day!"
- and perhaps to your surprise
you do....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, 2014, Surrey, B.C., Canada
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Greg Cameron
-
1-2-3-4....
1-2-3-4
a drum-rattle
startles birds into the sky
and the sun casts a blank light
upon all
1-2-3-4
lies swivel on their heels
turn - forward march -
and stomp you beneath
tremendous feet
1-2-3-4
traffic's tied up something awful
the station plays nothing but
all your favourite oldies
but what the hell is going on?
and you'll be late for work
and you're getting a hard-on
thinking of someone other
than your wife
1-2-3-4
the opening of a monstrosity of a building
the mayor, skirt flowing in the wind,
smiles with teeth big enough to
chomp off all the dicks for miles around
the architects huddle behind her
proud of something they shouldn't be
proud of
or maybe they're just relieved
they somehow managed to pull it off
1-2-3-4
a kid's being beaten in an alley
he wandered into the wrong side of town
and he doesn't belong to anything
but a certain gang rules this turf
and he lives on a turf controlled
by some other gang equally stupid
they don't care whether they kill him or not
and a tooth flies to the gutter
1-2-3-4
a man in a store
sells a kid a gun
he doesn't know what the kid
will do with it and
doesn't care
in the overhead light
his scar is livid
and a skinny pale guy in jeans
is eying guns
as if checking out the cheap porn
with black-and-white photos
1-2-3-4
a deal is signed
networks come together, pay off
their eyes will be everywhere
you're always guilty in their eyes
the world is fenced off
video surveillance
some lies are more equal
than others
and they'll be considered
pillars of the community
1-2-3-4
a businessman eyes the girl
who serves him coffee
she smiles knowing
he has lots and lots of money
some of it could be hers
and he leaves some of it
under the coffee cup
when he departs
1-2-3-4
the photographer at a photo shoot
makes a pass at a model
which she rejects sternly
but he's been rejected before
he shrugs
then tells her of a more unsavoury gig
by a pal of his
across town
and needing the money
she considers it
1-2-3-4
the politician struggles through his latest lies
and he knows no matter what
they'll forgive him
find excuses
provide 'contexts'
he's a 'character'
that's just the way he is
that's the way people are around here
no matter how ugly the words,
the people, the lies
they'll give him yet another chance
and he dreams of Bigger Things
1-2-3-4
the open-mouth radio host
bullies another caller
well, that's just your opinion
and I don't think a whole lot
of your opinion
and haven't I heard your voice before?
last Thursday? right....yeah
hey, it's a 'regular' people
pleased to here from you
again
- and he hangs up
and on to the next call
hello? you're on....
1-2-3-4
a policeman files a report
there are 2 parties, 1 of them
in the wrong
he sides with the wrong party
because, stupid as he is,
he knows the way the world works
1-2-3-4
an old jazzman is playing in a
community theatre
almost no one has turned up
he plays his very best
to polite applause
he sells his CDs in the lobby
and wonders why he bothers
but he doesn't need to answer
that question
even rhetorically
1-2-3-4
a teacher sends the wrong student
to the principal's office
because he never liked the kid in the first place
he wants him out of his classroom
nothing but a smartass anyhow
and to be honest
he likes the bully better
1-2-3-4
you can hear the fight
all over the neighbourhood
they're always at it
yell, yell, yell
some look out windows
others close windows
and the kids run off
to play someplace else
1-2-3-4
2 teenagers on bikes stop
to look at a great street painting
on the side of a building
tomorrow it will be painted over
but today they wonder what the Future holds for them
knowing full well there's none
1-2-3-4
dead fish on the riverbank
no one wonders why
or asks questions
or even brings up the matter casually
and a little boy picks up
a dead fish
and plays with it
1-2-3-4....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, whatever the hell the date it is, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
-
Offer
I have nothing to offer you
here - take it
please keep it in a safe place
maybe not in direct sunlight
somewhere you could
look on it now and then
there when you need it,
as it were
- maybe think about it
once in a while
pause for thought
a moment to muse
think of things started
but not completed
remember things I said and did
perhaps raising the
faintest trace of a smile
- and perhaps keep it clean
hmmmmmmm?
(Greg Cameron, Poem, June, 2014, Surrey, B.C., Canada )
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Greg Cameron
-
One More Time/Once Upon a Time
old friends trade drinks, talk
haven't seen each other in years
funny how Time passes
they still see each other
in each other's face
they'd recognize the others' voices
in the blackest cavern
they once were the stuff
of others' memories
maybe still are
they made some noise
the images still out there
the music lingers -
a last drunk in the beer parlor
refusing to leave
they laugh as they haven't laughed
in years
they're glad to see each other
they weren't expecting that
stories exchanged
what are you doing now?
new jokes added to old ones
they start humming, singing a little
thinking aloud
the others sometimes completing a thought
they hadn't planned this
something takes shape
no escaping it
Destiny shoves them out into the night
they look up into a black sky
realize behind a thin film
is nothingness,
lack of air
they decide they best hurry
and they do....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, June, 2014, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
-
Just In Case
they give you a card
- mighty generous of 'em -
handshakes all around
you go about your day
finally you stick it in a machine
says "Not Accepted."
somehow you knew it all along
and you smile as you
put it back in your wallet,
hanging on to it
just in case....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, June, 2014, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
-
Away
soldiers suddenly turn up,
say, "we're supposed to kill someone -
who is it?"
the guy next to you - whom you
do not know
at all -
says, "it's him!"
and he points to you
you have no idea what it's about
as they huddle around you
then lead you away....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, June, 2014, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
-
Get 'Em
you're dressed to kill
- and the shell doesn't reveal
the oyster -
cut 'em down, serve 'em up
finito
the shivers go right to the
bottom of my spine
civilizations crumble
at the toss of your hair
but oh -
just one thing
there
go get 'em!
(Greg Cameron, Poem, June, 2014, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
-
My Lady of Darkness
dance for me, my Lady of Darkness
sweep me from this sorry world
and we'll dance in the black reaches of the heavens
lift your dress
I'll kiss your flower
lick hither and nether
we'll taste each other's tongues -
as we press
we'lll forget how cold it is
how far it is
what it's like down there
the lying and dying
the getting and spending
nonsense never-ending
breed without need
create more mouths than you
can possibly feed
things moving without shape or shadow
forces moving at the click of a button
things over before they've started
documents signed unread even by those
who sign them
lies told by those who have no idea
what they're lying about
leave the little man and woman to
starvation, genocide
who cares?
preach democracy, embrace tyranny
no one will think as long as
there's noise and things flickering
let's leave the world to those
who would carve it into parcels,
fence it off, copyright it
the whole world belonging to the fat few
try to tell the victims
they'll cast stones,
drive you into the wilderness
vote for the idiot of your choice
the real decisions are made elsewhere
there is no floor, but
let us dance, my Lady of Darkness
may your nipples be erect
when I bend to give suck
may rivers flow, warmth spread
let us do the deed
here at dizzying heights
let's look up and never down
hold on tight
we have only each other
but no matter what, how much,
or how often we feel
the horror will go on below
inflecting the rhythm
of our dance....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, June, 2014, Surrey, B.C., Canada - I was writing this particular poem even as one of my brothers came into the room bearing birthday presents for me - I suppose I should have said this poem contains, to put it mildly, suggestive language, but then again we're all adults here. Aren't we?)
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Greg Cameron
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Blush
pale light washes everything
what once was offhand grace
waddles down the aisle
pushing a cart
black-haired boy's legs sticking out
her head swivels back and forth
as if searching for something to destroy
she stops, throws 2 loaves of bread
into the cart, grabs a bag of chips,
some raisin muffins -
clop, clop, clop -
she turns the corner,
lifts two cartons of milk
all the way from the floor
- foof! - pushes on
her boy grabs some candy
she throws it back
she tries to think if there's
anything else - but no
she goes to the checkout
and when the handsome guy
with red cheeks and a mop
of brown hair
- he reminds her of a teenybopper star
she once had a crush on
so many years ago -
smiles and seems to penetrate
to the beauty
that once was there
she blushes
ever so slightly....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, May, 2014, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
-
Her face had so much oil BP was in court over it 3 times a week.
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Travis Cole..................
-
Buy this guitar so I can buy 4x4's & put some shade over the tomato plan ts
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Anonymous
-
Guess not
You got into my dreams
now you know the secrets of my nightmares
everything I never have spoken
my prayers & what I've been hopin'
never mind it was just a coincidence
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Travis Cole ...............
-
A New Flag Flying
hey, buddy - there's a few flag flying
it's not rooted in tradition
reflecting the age and savour of generations
it's got new colours - bold new colours
proclaiming a new way of doing things
they aren't going to be the way they were before,
you know
we're taking out the trash,
we're kicking out the dead bodies,
ripping up the old lesson plans
we've got some Big Boys in to help us
it's one-size-fits-all
and if you don't fit
that's your tough luck
we're going with or without you
and if I were you
I wouldn't get any fancy ideas about
"freedom of speech" and "freedom of assembly"
'cause we got a place out back
and you might disappear into it
and we just might cover it over
no one will remember your name
a long, long time
and when they do
it'll just be some professors
blinking at the screen in front of them,
talks to a roomful of university students,
and maybe a show or two on
community access television -
and precious good that will do you,
wouldn't you say?
(Greg Cameron, Poem, May, 2014, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
-
Slip
drinking beer on the porch
they watch the cat run
through the unmowed grass,
past the remnants of a car,
under the barb-wire fence,
past the apple tree,
and towards the abandoned house
with glass all over the floors
the house returns their looks
with a frozen wide-eyed gaze
they joke about how kids smoke pot there
just like they used to in the day
- why doesn't someone do something with
the property?
fucked if I know, I'd make
some money out of that if I
were them -
the sun rests pale in the sky
crows fy overhead and roost
in the ribcage of an abandoned barn
the two joke about fucking
in the birdshit and what once
was cowshit ages ago
they're well on their way to
being drunk
and it's not even mid-day
Nature knows no shame
dogs fuck and don't care if
anyone's watching
the kids play by the fountain,
throw mud at each other
the adults watch, acknowledge to each other
they're both getting old
- we all die
isn't it the shits? -
their lips caress the mouths
of the bottles
and their brains slip closer
to Death....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, May, 2014, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
-
Out The Window
you look out the window into the blackness
the lights - some blinking,
some casting upon cars,
the road, the dividing lines,
the odd person walking somewhere
all the windows - some dark,
some squares/rectangles of light
you wonder if anyone is working late
or someone is making lonely rounds
making sure everything's all right
you wonder what businesses there are,
what government offices
who works there
are they happy?
are they unhappy?
and that person down there
why is he walking?
why isn't he driving?
why isn't he taking a taxi?
is he walking away from something?
is he glad?
is he devastated? unhappy?
a jet flies over
you can see its underbelly
in the window you see
the reflection of a nurse
"you should get some sleep,"
she tells you, "and if you can't,
you could watch TV In bed, you know."
you go compliantly to bed,
pull up the sheet,
put the earphones on,
turn on the little box over your bed,
and watch as though for the first time
something you've seen
at least twice before....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, May, 2014, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
-
Bring the axe and the cigar baby, the monytree is coming down.
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Z
-
Sink
the sun strips the guts of the afternoon
a bird penetrates the air
tree limbs flap
the ground continues to disintegrate
plants would reclaim the lake
in the gravel parking lot
the car awaits its owner
the sun bellybuttons the sky
mashed-potato heaps of mountains
a sheer rock face overlooking
the water
deep, so deep at one point
if you were to sink into it
you'd never come up
it takes your breath away
a catch
moments proceed
but a naked middle-aged woman
dyed hair, buns in the air
suns herself on a raft
and a boy pushes back the rushes....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, May, 2014, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
-
Has there been a mistake?
The female version of Jesus
the coolest woman on the shitternet
the everything I could ever dream
has one of those phones where if you try to favorite something on twitter you acci'dentally follow them instead getting my hopes up it seems
ttfn
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Anonymous
-
The Butterfly
the butterfly fluttered on
from leaf to limb
not seeing anything as a problem
it never saw the
great web
reaching out almost invisibly
it struggled and struggled
the spider moved in,
poisoned the butterfly,
and wrapped it up alive
- never once did the
spider think
how beautiful the butterfly
was....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, May, 2014, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
-
Dreams
we dreamed of rebellion
changing everything
some got concerned
some made tons of money
we were called names
we made noise
thinking maybe noise changed things
but everything's pretty much
left standing
nothing so much as teeters
some things are kicked to the curb
some things wrapped up and
consecrated as 'classics'
some people make livings talking about this
writing things in journals no one reads
posting on sites no one visits
maybe a 'Day' is proclaimed
city councils pretend they're 'rebels'
and maybe you get to
shake hands with the prime minister
the son of a bitch
you get old, tired
you can't so much as kick the cat
the News maintains its depressing trudge
you hope someone remembers
when someone does
you light up just a little
then everything recedes to the
milk in the fridge, what you've having
for supper
and maybe that stuff about being
'a classic'
tickles a tiny bit
as you sleep longer and deeper
than days of yore....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, May, 2014, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
-
Never
Living in the past
a dream that never was
not today or yesterday
never will this dream be
a lie of a fantasy
where she has love
that makes my heart beat
I will die before my luck changes
I will die before it comes true
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Travis Ray Cole
-
Don't Look Up
the stars are shuriken
look up and they'll
fly into your eyes,
leaving you forever blind
and so you will
walk
the rest of your days....
(Greg Cameron, April, 2014, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
-
0% Chance
There's nothing I can do or say
to make things turn out the way
I want her
might as well be lost in time
or homeless and blind
because I'm never going to see
this dream
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Travis Ray Cole
-
As It Happened
her tears turned to glass
and shattered upon
hitting the floor
it was my misfortune
to be walking
barefoot....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, April, 2014, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
-
It just keeps
Breaking
Please God make it stop
I don't know how much more I can take
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Anonymous
-
Bombshell
the day bursts it bombshell
on birds, traffic
lines drooping overhead connect nothing
dogs water fire hydrants
fire hydrants water nothing
the sun reflected in a rearview mirror
blinds you just so
the signs outside the porno store
promise depravities previously unimagined
a Chinese grocery store owner
steps out, looks about
in the hopes that casting a gaze
will be casting a net
a motorcyclist argues with a cop
but there is no winning
a bearded guy pushes a bike
out of a bike shop with a tent-like front
the owner waves happily
both have got what they wanted
but a business man's hamburger
oozes onto his suit
a woman clicking neatly by
wishes she could cast off
shoes, panty hose, underwear
and walk the way Nature intended
kids beg for money
they don't really need
two toughs eye a joint
they'll end up breaking into
most obviously
a lawyer says many words to a client
none comforting
young adults huddle plotting
of bands that will bring Art to the masses
a guy in sunglasses daydreams of movies
not yet made
an office girl tries to see romance
in the swirls of coffee
and we're just getting started -
it ain't over by a long shot
nope....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, April, 2014, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
-
Without Irony
waiting in the department store
I see a couple mulling
through racks of clothes
the woman a mass of bleached hair
in black pants suit
the man a great shaved head
dressed all in black
they pause before a rack
the woman says: "Could you
see yourself wearing this?"
the man replies: "Oh, yes.
I could see myself wearing
that...."
(Greg Cameron, Poem, April, 2014, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
-
No Flowers
bitterness is no blank page
upon which clusters of words
storm to huddle against
nothingness
Love catches in the throat, sputters
your reach repelled by shove
you cast upon barren ground
coldness cuts to the quick
a moment passes
then years
the yawn of Time
all the things you did
all the things she did
who knows?
who remembers?
you wish you could feel the warmth
the fall of breath
the close of fingers around yours
you don't know what to do
no one's going to tell you
and tears water
no flowers....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, April, 2014, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
-
I Dream of Concrete
the dream of concrete reasserts itself
bikes lean gainst the wall,
casting long shadows
the sun plays above that which would poke it
the blue sky is flatter
than any pavement
fences sag on the border of collapse
illiterate scrawl poses an obscene question
which,in all likelihood, answers itself
cars soak in the heat
though meters are pumped full of quarters
time is running out
kids hide behind trash barrels
cats proceed on their way
and a woman walks along, miffed
there is no one to appreciate
her finer points....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, April, 2013, Surrey, B.C., Canada )
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Greg Cameron
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Look Up
if you were to find yourself
unable to tear
yourself away from that thing
and look up
you just might
miss me
and that would be a shame,
wouldn't it?
(Greg Cameron, Poem, April, 2014, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
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Against the Tide
the rock face by the sea shore
looks down upon you
the tide turns away in disgust
seagulls squawk, whine,
wondering why you don't give them food
the water roars a thousand banalities -
trips to the beach,
ephemeral songs forgotten as they were made
ice cream that melted decades ago
stupid people laughing stupidly
frisbees thrown
tans crinkling to cancer
children tormenting animals
left behind because they
thought things would always be the same
seaweed the limp hair of someone
who has lived and lost
a dog barks, plays in the spray
people look for parking,
move on down the road
the sun winks complicity
families ignore the sand in their food
people laugh, adjust their sunglasses
and a crab scuttles away
trying to escape
while no one is
looking....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, April, 2012, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
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The Future
the Future is here - the Future is now
oh,how!
get aboard before you're left behind
things are happening - we're making it happen
exciting things are going on
business and government march hand-in-hand
everyone can see
this is the place to be
development - things going up
things spreading out
who wants to live in the past?
if you blink you'll miss it!
if you don't love it you can't kiss it!
because we're changing with a changing world
if you're not for us you're against us
you're going against the flow of history
you know what happens to those
who go against the flow
take our hand
get aboard the train
get aboard a supersonic plane
the future is sealed with a handshake
gone are the smoke-filled backrooms
things are signed in boardrooms
a press opportunity - everybody smiling
shaking hands, looking into the camera
flashes going off
everyone goes away
someone cleans up
but there'll be job -
jobs, jobs, jobs, jobs, jobs!
you're not against jobs, are you?
you're against progress
there's no turning back
Time only goes one direction
the past is the past - who wants to be there?
because now is where it's happening
now is Ground-Zero
we're looking for what the Future might bring
and what it will bring is -
jobs, jobs, jobs, jobs, jobs, jobs,
jobs, jobs, jobs, jobs, jobs, jobs!
we're not going back to the Stone Age
just because you like to sleep with animals
buildings reach for the sky
businesses multiply, mount each other
we have all kinds of projects
copious plans have been drafted
building towards expansion
and expand we will,
swell, swell, swell!
the Future will build till it
shoots off in the sky,
splatters everywhere
it'll give seed, give rise
to things giving rise
things are building
things are massing
I, for one, am excited over the potential
a potential building to an actuality
so blinding
you'll turn to salt
change is the nature of the universe
things must change
you can't fight change
and if the jobs aren't permanent
or are low-paying
or not as many as originally projected
and the whole thing favours
a chosen few
well, no one loves a party-pooper
don't poop on our party!
join the party
we'll all have a good time
watch the money flow in
because the Future is here - the Future is now
wow, oh wow!
spread your arms and grab hold
in embrace
it's going to be wild
hold on tight
'cause it's a long way down
and you don't wanna go there,
do you?
(Greg Cameron, Poem, April, 2014, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
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I'm in love with a psychiatrist I found on twitter
does that make me cr azy?
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Anonymous
-
I want to be in love so bad I can taste it
Please
please please
please please please
please please please please
please please please
please please
Please
Bring him to me
fashion him
My heart is the sacrifice
I give everything
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Anonymous
-
I wonder how tall she is now that she has my heart.
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Anonymous
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The post office said they would get it there
3 days ago
81 miles to go
I just hope they lose the darn package
& pay the insurance at this point
I'll make $40
but I couldn't get that lucky
It looks like he is having it sent to the border & will drive down to the states because I said I only ship to the USA the American I am
maybe he just lives at the farthest point north who cares
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Anonymous
-
Them
They made Man and Woman
in Their Image
They stood back to
consider Their Work
one observed,
"We sure are ugly,
aren't we?"
- and They laughed....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, March, 2014, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
-
source of drinking water for millions
major shipping lane
much worse than previously thought
Coast Guard
barge collision
dumped 168,000 gallons
marine life
Has Been Contained
Galveston Bay
collided reopened
Pipeline Spill Twice As Large As Original Estimate
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The channels you pay $178 A MONTH FOR
-
What's the Hurry?
aslant the chesterfield
I look past the living room
past the dining room
past the chair by the table
out the window
at Clarence's tree
- and at that moment
a bird, streamlined,
head intently pointed forward,
speeds by
and I think,
"What's the hurry?"....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, March, 2014, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
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Remember yesterday plays as I smash the radio like it was your head It's alright that you're fat now we shared a few smiles in the 5th grade
Your drug history bores me
don't care why you have no brain
you can be my job reference & change your phone number more often than underwear
I don't give a fuck about a chorus
I don't even care about a verse
I'm thinking about killing you
right inside the church
lalalalala FuckYo u
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Travis Cole
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her smooth yellow hair like ice cream butter
her funny jokes and a real doctor too
her body like a song with a heartbeat on fire
both the left and right sides of my heart want h er
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Travis Cole
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her smooth yellow hair like ice cream butter
her funny jokes and a real doctor too
her body like a song with a heartbeat on fire
both the left and right sides of my heart want h er
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Travis Cole
-
I can feel your fingers thru this la ce
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Anonymous
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I shoulda waited a yr or 2 to binge watch Bates Motel now I have to wait every wk for the next ep
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Anonymous
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New World
Mom and Dad went out
to find food,
but they got eaten by crocodiles,
leaving you here in the cheap motel,
sitting on a strange bed,
watching a huge flashing television
outside the other children
laugh and splash in the swimming pool
a car honks
the highway over the hill roars steadily
but meanwhile on the screen
the puppets rebel against the host,
tie him up,
take over the show,
tell you the rule of
adults is over -
overthrow them,
kill them all
it's a New World
and even though you're scared
you can't turn the damn thing
off....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, March, 2014, Surrey, B.C., Canada - just a dream of yesteryear, children....)
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Greg Cameron
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My dream is a low IQ whose brain is shrinkimg from the good times because tomorrow's body don't need a mind recall or reason
wasted
my heart beat on a turn
to love a rental
broken leases
illogical math problems
lying vagina
chemical cheeses
pawn shops and pimps are the love she needed
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Travis Cole
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What you are
what I think you are
the idea of what I think you are
Are all marvelous
Im in love with all three
So come
Come
come
come
Show yourself to me
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don't you dissapear
-
What you are
what I think you are
the idea of what I think you are
Are all marvelous
Im in love with all three
So come
Come
come
come
Show yourself to me
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don't you dissapear
-
Rows of Desks
he smells of erasers
why are they called 'blackboards'
when they're green?
a swipe of the brush
wipes away the past
you choke on chalk
why does the wood of your desk
reflect the overhead light? -
a blurred, open-mouthed kiss
scrapes, scuffs on the floor
that will never come out
multicolours of the globe
the pure circle of the waste basket
the pointer indicates a problem
you don't answer
she slaps the pointer hard
on the desk
outside birds, as if in reaction,
fly off
a girl with bubblegum breath
giggles
the time is nowhere near
where you want it to be
and though it does you no good
your shoelaces are untied....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, 2014, Surrey, B.C., Canada
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Greg Cameron
-
In relationshits You get an incomplete
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Anonymous
-
Don't be fooled
The smile hides e verything
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Anonymous
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I'm so lost
I just want a reciprocated obsession
the keys are blurred
my head is exploding
what will be left is the smoke of sentiment
a puff of an intention
a vapour of what once was
I'm killing myself
everyday
this mania doesn't end
There's no light
Even where you used to be
This grand vision
of something so spectacularly ordinary
made so fucking difficult to find
my heart continues to break
I don't even know how it's possible
the pieces just get smaller and smaller I gu ess
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Anonymous
-
The content of her beauty my brain almost wants to cry
my heart says sigh to the color of her eyes
there is no one
no one that can win my heart from her
not even the television with all of the world
I might think I love someone until I see her face then it all is over and nowhere is there a trace
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Anonymous
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Infinity, Take Two
I see nothing in your eyes
excuse me while I
step outside and see
if the sky is as Infinite
as it used to be....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, Feb., 2014, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
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The cow says moo
the cat says meow
the sheep goes baa
the tumour in her brain
says "He's a drug dealer".
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Anonymous
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She must have a tumour in her brain
almost every minute of her footage is straight up stupid
I use to have one that looked just like Buffy
I haven't stopped loving her although she stopped looking like that so the memory stands alone with no life to back it like a ghost
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Anonymous
-
Eat the peanut butter & jelly
I'll just throw the steak away
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Anonymous
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All the words in the english language couldn't get me what I want and my luck has run out a long time ago
Pregnant ballerinas, puppet-masters and the first lady
another Sasquatch squall for a valentine refugee
life don't have to be this stupid
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Anonymous
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Her eyes say nothing about the beauty of the population map or how the world will look after the water rises she is more than simple
Her brain less than that of a rodent
the oil spills giving the fish heart attacks in the gulf hasn't helped anything the train cars leave the tracks every single day and oil, chemicals and toxic waste reach the peoples water supply while those who notice are whistle blowers and will lose their jobs
Money is the answer, one day the rich will only have money to eat because the money has destroyed all other life
Google will save us they will give the poor in Africa free internet and the poor in the United States will become sad that they have to pay for it.
All of the problems will soon go away when we get a chance to vote for the new Hitler and god knows we need one. Canada is like heaven where the kid waits 12 yrs for an allergy testing she could have saved all that time with a FLUKE Digital Multimeter or a knock off made by children in China who hope to grow up to work at Ford or Walmart.
Sure the bible talks against the taxpayers paying for breast implants for the men who go to jail for whistle blowing on the government putting tracking devices in your license plates.
With that being said can the hillbilly churches afford to chip the snakes that kill the preachers while snake handling?
Can the shitty poetry site afford spell check that will change the nonsensical ramblings into nonsensical ramblings. We shall stop funding the children stop feeding the people who paid the tax legalize mayors on crack and decorate the new Obama / Dali museum where prostitution is legal because it is not gambling anymore than electing satan and his bank account.
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Travis Cole
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I've never seen
A more perfect representation
The bend of his beard
Just so accurately mimicking
The lines of his face
So beautifully outlining
What lies beneath
A foretelling of the gorgeous angle that would be
Uncovered
Obsession
So fucking beautiful it hurts
I understand
Is this what Freida fe lt
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Anonymous
-
I've never seen
A more perfect representation
The bend of his beard
Just so accurately mimicking
The lines of his face
So beautifully outlining
What lies beneath
A foretelling of the gorgepus angle that would be
Uncovered
Obsession
So fucking beautiful it hurts
I understand
Is this what Freida fe lt
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Anonymous
-
Pity
you're running out of
time
but you haven't even
a watch -
pity....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, February, 2014, Surrey, B.C., Ca nada)
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Greg Cameron
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On the screen she looks obease and dirty
looking back at the security cams as she wobbles by
I also have footage of a bird and a cat
how dumb can she be
I don't want her and I will never want her
she wastes her life following me around like an animal who lost it's mother
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Anonymous
-
I guess when it's all said & done we can be glad we are not from Philly.
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Anonymous
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The Light-Green Room
you enter a room
light-green walls, a window
no furniture -
except for chairs
upon which various people sit
at random points
about the room
no one acknowledges you,
looks at you
tentatively you proceed
around the room,
stop in front of each person,
and give them an exploratory prod
each one screams
when you're finished prodding
you go to the centre of the room,
stop
as one they scream
long, piercingly
when they're finished
you continue to stand
in the centre of the room,
afraid to move,
to do anything....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, February, 2014, Surrey, B.C., Can ada)
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Greg Cameron
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"Putz"
You try to explain your disorders and dysfunction with radical thought slowly typing words no one cares to read the mind recalls the dream of you hijacking the words of others for your newest book to pay for the over priced car made in another country and the high rent on the shithole you have to run the heat in 11 months out of the year and yet you still have to do something illegal to be able to fatten up the whores so they will chose you to be the one they bitch at about nothing just so you will be miserable enough to write so more bullshit and pretend you're Kate Middleton.
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Travis Cole
-
,
,
,
.
,
,
,
.
,
,
,
.
,
,
,
.
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Z
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"There is still a mental person stalking me, go ahead make your jokes."
The cameras put distance between her sickness and my freedom but it doesn't take it away
she is telling people I am her heart
don't they see she is insane?
In Florida when someone is locked up in the nuthouse they call it Baker act or she was Baker acted
that will be her next vaca
no one wants to buy my shitty computers with XP on them so I can't get another dvr with more cameras to make sure the sick one does not come near
I could just leave food for the bears and maybe they will beef up security for me the wire for an electric fence is only $17 for 1/4 mile but you still need insulators & the power & booster maybe she could feel that the neighbors have fattened her up now and they can keep her, no th anks
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It don't matter anymore.
-
"It's as if when god made her brain her opened up the toilet & he sharted"
Damaged goods, she remains useless
primitive abnormal brain leaking raw sewage
speaking words that everyone has grown tired of
her repertoire a broken link
lost answers
her hopes a lie
her dreams trivia
self saboteur with a long-standing pattern of grandiosity
a riddle, a joke, the clown whore
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Travis Cole
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Cutting Him Down
they wondered about
the traces of ink
about his neck
as they
cut him down
from the
tree....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, Feb., 2014, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
-
Not Down
tick-tick-tick
Time's up, not down
the Sun smirks its good cheer
blue skies are
uninviting depths
clouds pull up their skirts
the ground beneath you is not solid
do you really want to know
what lurks underneath?
roots caress the dirt
let's leave them there
the ground hungrily sucks
the moisture
pebbles are neither
here nor there
flowers spit on your path
birds wheel to mock
Time winds up to throw
and no matter what
you're out....
(Greg Cameron, More a Passing Thought Than A Poem, February, 2013, Surrey, B.C., Canada
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Greg Cameron
-
Dicen que "un clavo saca el otro",
Pero mejor aun
Es un martillo con c abo
Largo
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Eve
-
How could you?
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Anonymous
-
Please take the pain away. I can't take it.
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Anonymous
-
I literally heard it crack tonite
An anvil leaning against
An anchor holding it down
When will the suffering end
I keep on begging
For something you can never grant
This is useless
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I can't take it anymore
-
Unpromising
the evening could have gone worse
people didn't totally embarrass themselves, others
no one said anything jarring
no one waved a flag saying
"I'm stupid - and now I'll prove it!"
resentments smouldered in the ashes
without ever glowing red
no sarcasms punctured anyone's balloons
doubts slumbered peacefully
no one put the wrong foot forward
danced out of step
although no one lays great claims to 'class'
there is still the matter of appearances
if you can't look others in the eye
you at least have to look yourself in the mirror
and hope like hell the mirror
refrains from wry comment
no one hit any shallows
everyone trolled discreet depths
grateful of nips, tugs
food, words eaten
liquids, looks consumed
nothing rested poorly
nothing came back
halfway down the stairs
she stops, flashes you a look -
"did I do all right?"
you give her a terse smile of
reassurance,
squeeze her limp hand
just a little
- then you both go on into
the unpromising night....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, February, 2014, Surrey, B.C., Canada - incidentally, I am very grateful for your indulgence here...in case you thought I weren't. Best...Greg.)
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Greg Cameron
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The Middle of the Night
you call to me in the middle of the night
I didn't know you were there
into the light you come
you reach out as if
to take in and absorb me,
draw me in, swallow me
I take you by the arm, look into your eyes
what reassuring depths I find
the glisten of your smile
the warmness of your cheeks
when I put my arms around you
I feel you breathe in and out
I see your shadows, your light
you say it's time
a statement of fact
no wheedling, no arm-pulling
we take each others' hands
and turn into the darkness,
knowing we trust each other
and there's nothing more to be said....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, January, 2014, Surrey,
B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
-
I Saw Love
I saw Love on a street corner,
smoking, casting her eye on
anything that caught her fancy
I walked up to her and said,
"Hi! How are ya?"
she looked me over
up and down
then said, "whatcha got to offer?"
"not much, I'm afraid," I confessed
- with a little snort
she turned away,
sticking her nose in the air
I walked on....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, January, 2014, Surrey, B.C., Canada - been sick/don't know if anybody pays attention to these things or not/oh well....)
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Greg Cameron
-
Atlas Fuckīd & Inflated,
industries integrity conīs the cord.
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Z
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Nothing Better
it had been a long trip back
what little was to be seen was seen
what little to do was done
same old shows shimmering
in front of dubious beds
instant access to everything
as if you had never left home
a flick of the finger
but now you are home
it waits as if you had abandoned it
and now you expect things to
go on as they did before
the car disgorges its contents
bags sit in fat defiance
you struggle up the steps
ant-like beneath a tremendous weight
she takes up the rear
pointedly jangling the keys
as if searchng for the right one
when she knows the right one
is there by her thumb
and she looks at your labours
with a tired eye
as if to say she loves you
because she has
nothing better
to do....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, January, 2014, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
-
How does one so stealthily dissapate
Dissapear so perfectly
Vanish into thin air
With having no one be the wiser?
I twisted
So I must un-twist
Un-fold the origami
Scrape all the way through the bear trap
And hope no one sees the scars
The folds
The creases that keep rearing their ugly heads
The bane of my existence
Only to hold on to
The chosen few
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Anonymous
-
Wanting
I was found
wanting
and wanting
I remain....
(Greg Cameron, December, 2013, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
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Lifestyle Decisions
two men get out of a van
in what appear to be
astronaut suits
all around everything is
dead, blackened
plants shrivelled
animals lying limp
- and two humans
on the ground,
one man, one woman
their features blackened beyond recognition
both looking up,
reaching forth
as if in supplication
the two men waddle over
to the two prone figures
one man gives the woman
a short, stiff kick
she crumbles to dust
the man turns to the other
and says,
"I guess they both made the wrong
lifestyle decisions...."
and the two men laugh....
(Greg Cameron, December, 2013, Surrey, B.C., Canada - Merry Christmas, folks)
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Greg Cameron
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Freedom
her nose turned down
as she looked deep into the pit
full of dead people
limbs this way and that -
dolls dumped at random
into a chest -
she turned to the man beside her
dressed in a military uniform,
smiled thinly, and said,
"I wish we had the freedom
to do this
in our country...."
(Greg Cameron, Poem, Dec., 2013, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
-
The Final Scream
in screaming agony
blood running into your eyes
you look out upon a world
that mocks you, hates you
you know there's no one left
nothing left you can
say or do
you're left to your fate,
your pain
as your life drips away
bit by bit
- and even though no one is listening
you cry out....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, Dec., 2013, Surrey, B.C., Ca nada)
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Greg Cameron
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The Great Fist
a Great Fist grabs you
your arms and legs flail
as you ascend into the sky
you look down
as the fear subsides
you see nothing but war,
armies spreading out,
villages exterminated,
whole families shot,
people lined up in rows
mowed down one by one
rape, plunder
smoke rising -
just another cloud
you're simultaneously
awed, saddened
you see columns of
broken men marching away
from disgraceful deeds,
fields of blood
and even as you begin to cry
the Fist crushes you....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, December, 2013, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
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A New Hope
they dragged Santa to the
place of execution,
whipping him, mocking him
- at last they crucified him,
hung a sign around his neck saying
"No Refunds!"
they gave him vinegar
instead of eggnog
and divided everything remaining
in his sack
amongst themselves
finally, under the weight of his
gut, he died
- then he went down to Hell
and took back all his presents
then without the aid
of his trusty sleigh
he ascended high in the air
and flew back to the North Pole
where he meditated glumly
upon the possibility of
better days....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, Dec., 2013, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
-
I'm done with the ollies in my sheet s
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fuckyouandthesketeboardyoucameinon
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People Marching
in the middle of the night
I heard people marching
I woke up, got out of bed,
looked out the windows,
turned on the TV,
checked the Internet,
phoned a friend,
looked out the windows again -
nothing
I stood a long time in the livingroom
in my underwear -
all I could hear then
was a dog barking
and the occasional car
I shrugged, went back to bed,
but as my brain sank
into darkness
I once again heard
people marching....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, Dec., 2013, Surrey, B.C., Canada - feeling lousy/rough night, folks - hope I did this okay....)
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Greg Cameron
-
Time is spent
Perpetually erasing
Everything you've ever said
I want to hold on
The vapour
The ghost
A representation
Of your visceral existence
So real I can taste it
But forced to push away
And erase
Yet again
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Eve
-
Poet
he'd rather be drinking beer
at the hotel in the industrial park
listening to the clink of balls,
watching a slightly overweight stripper
desperately reveal herself
he'd rather wander amongst
the monstrous municipal machines
in the neighbouring lot
or explore the skeletons of old cars
their windows smashed in,
shards of glass all over the seats
at the gravel lot behind
- but he's here
in an itchy suit
at a table of people
listening to some young woman
with long curly brown hair
enthuse about God knows what
at the bearded instructor beams on
and the sun dies
outside the window....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, Novemember, 2013, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
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Lost
in that moment
you know you've lost her
- and suddenly you notice
everything around you
in loud detail
and the coolness of a breeze
that didn't so much as register
before....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, November, 2013, Surrey, B.C., Cana da)
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Greg Cameron
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Your Pleasure
my hands are covered with blood
I'm innocent, I tell you
can't you see?
the moment lingers
then departs
a breath drawn
a breath suspended
I can tell from your eyes
you don't believe me
sometimes a shrug
isn't good enough
enough of these illusions
I turn with open arms
your eyes meet mine
I await your pleasure,
my dear....
(November, 2013, Surrey, B.C., Canada - Greg Cameron, Poem)
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Greg Cameron
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Deal
sunny day
the one on the right is worried
he'll be chopped out of the picture
the one on the left worried
the sun is reflecting off his glasses
the Big Man is at centre
in case there were any doubt
- they've spent days pouring
over document after document
what is acknowledged they have signed
what is unacknowledged
is understood
no one will read the fine print
certainly not the rodents in the press
that which they have signed
will help the people they know
and as for the rest
they don't know them
they have joked
they have talked of family
mutual problems
the vexing problem of why some people
won't do exactly what you say
they know protesters are nowhere near
the Big Guy made sure of that
the media make sure
no dissenting voices sound
Big Things for Big People
no one hear thinks of
ants or anthills
they're all quite pleasantly
full of food, wine
they look so good in their suits
and when the cameras go off
they all show their teeth....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, November, 2013, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
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For You
I know all too well
I disappoint
but before you go
I'll have you consider this
- a little box I hold
before me
take it
open it up
look inside
it's for you....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, November, 2013, Surrey, B.C., Canada and, man, am I tir ed....)
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Fences
foggy morning
sun gleaming over
grey roofs
tops of the wire fence
connected by delicate
interlacing strings of dew
shimmering in the sunlilght
almost forming a
fragile fence atop a fence
as the mist arises
from the ground
as if to
reach out....
(October, 2013, Poem, Surrey, B.C., Ca nada)
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The Love Doll
the love doll will no longer inflate -
beyond repair
lying shrivelled, lifeless on the bed
flat smile still on face, eyes wide
beside it on the bed is a naked plump old man
sobbing genuinely
tits heaving
holding one deflated hand
tears running down his cheeks
having lost someone
he loves....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, Oct., 2013, Surrey, B.C., Canada - don't think I've posted this one before; although it seems akin to the last poem I printed here, in fact the poems were written many years apart....)
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You will regret the day you met me - you found me - you will regret it - that is a promise you can take to h ell!
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Yours
my tears are diamonds
gather them together
scoop them up
swallow them
fly immediately to
another country
shit them out -
they're yours....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, Oct., 2013, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Having a Mind to be Kind
you seem to have worked yourself
into something
of a box
since you are a trifle
occupied
permit me
to shovel on
the dirt....
(Greg Cameron, October, 2013, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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All Wet
you've left me here on these wet steps
no matter - I always loved grey skies
the patter of rain on jacket
the occasional obscuring mist
paper on the ground turning
to mush
notice how the leaves droop with moisture
I love to touch them
watch your step -
silt gathers beneath your feet
I would love to share an umbrella
but, in any event, I have none
part of me wants to sink into the earth
where my roots would spread out
my hands turn to leaves
to reach out to the sky
but a cold wind blows
rain whips against the face
I must hurry on
without you,
it seems....
(Greg Cameron, Poem,Oct., 2013, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Once
I know you will evaporate
when I put my arms
around you
but please
let me hug you
once....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, October, 2013, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Do You Mind?
I know you love me
and all that,
but do you mind
if I go over there
and talk with those people?
you're a sweetie....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, Oct., 2013, Surrey, B.C., Canada - this trifle was actually three different things coming together in my head at the same time...in case you think minimalism implies minimal thought processes. Cheers....)
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Flag
he waves a flag
is it surrender?
is it rebellion?
let's shoot him
just in case....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, Oct., 2013, Surrey, B.C., Cana da)
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Being with you
Is worse
Than being alone
I have become
All I have feared
All I hate
The lowest level shines
Made true and empty
In your eyes
You are all you want to hear
You only ever want to see yourself
Know yourself
At my expense
I crave the days when simplicity reigned supreme
When I knew what it was to breathe
Inspiration to insanity
There's a huge valley
Where my heart
Used to be
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Waiting For You
why do you stab me in the eyes?
I'm lying here in a field of blood
waiting for you
always, always waiting for you
you can't build houses
out of bubblegum wrappers
tinsel never makes the sun blink
the grass is dead
flowers curl in upon themselves
smash my head in with a rock
I don't care
I won't eat the dead animal
behind the bush
I give the finger to passers-by
pick fights with those
tougher than me
I hate the birds
why don't they go away?
don't scream
it gets on my nerves
don't step on my shadow
I'm superstitious
let children hang themselves
from the swingset
the sun spews light all over us
but I'm always, always
waiting for you
I give a little wave,
a little smile
you're glad to see me
aren't you?
huh?
(Greg Cameron, October, 2013, Surrey, B.C., Canada -just exploring the darker side of my vision, folks. Cheers.. ..)
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Squash
clouds mass on the Mountain
raising One Great Fist
but blue skies seem forever
as you sprawl in the grass,
wondering how things could be
so green
you play with a maple leaf,
admiring its edges,
knowing green will turn red
a cow looks over the barbed wire,
wondering with great eyes
when you'll be so kind as to feed it
a thistle arises by the water tap
succulent parsnips all in a row
carrots just over there
beds of roses
from here you can see the yellow motel
by the highway
you get up, shake off the leaves,
break off a clump of grass,
stuff it in the cow's moist pink mouth
then run around, all around
in your mind a comic book adventure
you tire, head for the front steps
where you find a slug
inching its way in its own slime
and with a smile
you squash it
- and the guts pop out....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, October, 2013, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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