Gord
2026-08-24 01:42 pm
Dance mat: crash pad. Down to last chance, Dawn breaks the man. By the dock, Sunsets fades to black, Like you fade into back, It all felt way too fast. Despite the missteps, I'd still see you dance.
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Gord
2026-07-05 12:15 pm
Softly shifting silver sands, Solid to liquid, Liquid to gas. I just felt, if you never left, None of that comes to pass. Cocky glibness, middle class, Christmas to windows, Windows to glass. I just sat aside, never asking, What do you say to the fairer sex? You're everything I've ever dreamt? Well, I find there's just none left, Nothing but adventures, And acceptance tests. Coffee drinking, ginger snaps, Trauma to forgiveness, Forgiveness until collapse. You're everything I ever dreamt, I'd do anything to bring you back, Like an eye that stares ahead, Tears roll down my face again. I'll never be the things I lack, I'll never change, skin like that, Only grows with age. Salt to water, Water evaporates.
Gord
2026-06-18 06:11 pm
Where did the first seed grow? Plus, who owns it? Monsanto needs to know... for the lawsuit, Above the Earth, also below, Orchards grow. What you reap is what you sow, But, who owns it? You, or someone you don't know? Whose wish is to have your wish, And everything else you covet. Orchard, apples never fall far from, So, they know where to find you, And everything else you love... Orchard, to the Italian restaurant Sold to you at whatever cost, Like internet does to things you love, Nostalgia wears off like a bitter rust. Orchard, what have we done? Orchard, where have you gone? Orchards, and we moved on, Into the distance, back to god. What you reap is what you sow, But, who owns it? Like Cleopatra said to Rome: Above the Earth, so below. Above them both, Orchards grow.
Gord
2026-06-18 03:27 pm
Never look a fish hook in the mouth, And never have any doubt, I'm fighting my way back home. But, Like radiative waves, I'm mostly out... And I'll never own a house. And I'll never have a spouse, And I'll never upturn her frown. Like oceanic waves, I'll mostly drown, And I'll never bank on being saved. And I'll never look at a fish hook another way, Like the metal corrodes my face, I slowly resolve and stay, And as it pulls me under, I'll let it take me away.
Gord
2026-05-01 01:27 pm
Full and clear: What should I have been? I hear the rage of a starter pistol. Good acting, Looksmaxxing, Should practice. Looking back I just didn't have it in me. Full and clear, What should I have done? I fear the stage of starting interest. Good learner, misunderstood, Bits of salmon under lemon curd, A bit too sweet to handle her. Full and clear, I could have been, And still could be, still could live, But I hear you far surpassed me, Too good for coming last place. Rather, you practice trot and gate, Failing that you simply walk away, Down the hill, then left on blake.
Gord
2026-04-16 10:41 am
Love from the art class... Is everything the same, Or have you changed perhaps? If my tomorrow never came, Am I still just some faggot, That never had your respect? We both know front to back, When it comes to class, but What about our crossed paths? Does it matter, about the facts? Whether I fell to able hands, You would rather write about it, You already decided, so sing that, And when you finally do get to it, You shove it up your ass. Love, from the bottom of my heart, They never taught you art in class, And you never learnt good taste, Is everything the same? No... I would say you changed, perhaps, But you never had any fuckin class. And, that comes from me... Love, from the art class, All the way to the current of my heart: Things have changed, It's better you stay hard, man, A wave from across the bar. Far away, like your honest thoughts.
Gord
2026-02-28 07:43 am
Like the sun goes away, You should be by again, Instead, darkness stays, Things change forever. Color is what he liked, Now, it's black and white, Weddings, wallflower, Cocaine and dice. Like a sun, centre sky, No exit stage right, Eyes upon you, finally, No escape from caskets, Or tricks to mezmerize. I wish I could tell you why, Like the eyes upon you, I can't sell you a lie, like, Everything is wonderful. You lost your mind with narcotics, You lost your magic along with it, Like the sun goes away, You should be back again, Instead, darkness stays. Color, is what you liked, Now, it's black or white, No weddings, wallflower, Mostly cocaine and dice.
Gord
2025-11-26 09:58 pm
He puts on a cap, Face like his dads, So they clap, Regardless, for all he lacks, Is what lover's want. Please come back, Please come back, He begs to a darkness, Change my path. Away, my hands, Take my grasp, At the other end, nothing Date, time stamp.
Gord
2025-03-18 06:55 am
Like swans meeting. Teneseee whiskey, Back upon a back, Cocaine and piercings, Neck upon a neck, Feelings, et al. So, I'm not enough after all, Dance halls, dogs and baseball, I guess you know it, et al.
Gord
2025-02-11 07:33 am
To the final, pathetic, vocal squeal: Drum trials, pathos in guitar steel, Reference, for the crowd to cheer. What is gone, but was never there? What is a woman? Complacent? Like God, you take a bucket, Drown her in rainwater, It remains clear. Her body is still good for fucking. His money is still good for fucking, Her body is still good for fucking, Nothing. Ink then vinyl, out into the real, Drum trial, pathos to the feeling, Defence for the crowd that cheers. What is gone, but was never there? Magic, you chose a career, Not a life path. Defend that! Missives you can't recite back, Missiles, like knives to the back, Missing like writing upon a staff. Music was a mistake in the end, Mythic, like an axe upon a head, Without your controller in hand, What is gone, but was never there?
Gord
2025-01-20 07:13 am
Gray, soot and ash, Prospects of red, Prophets of man, Say look at the back, Confidence in space, Dreams from the trash. Without arms, war, without debt, Red just looks as it is, Never having beauty in it. Gray, hooks and bags, Prospects of violent ends, Talk in the common grounds, Say what you can, Confidence in defence, Dreams from the calf. Stay aloof and fashionable, Projects of tribal dance, Hospitals and viral clips, And take what you can... E, flats, D, valves, See, pass, be, pass, Even a chromatic, Play what you can, Eventually life passes.
Gord
2025-01-16 09:21 pm
Red about the hands, Red about demands, Red a henhouse lacks. Red, ten ounce glass, Half gin, half cognac. So it's red inside, out, Red from front to back.
Gord
2024-11-11 09:21 pm
Red, race runner. Race winner, Hair, face makeup, Gray silver. A sliver of hope, please, The world cometh. Great singers, they say, Have a way with words, Do they listen to yours? When they read mine, I expose their inside. Cinnamon rolls, She eyes the icing, When she listens to me, Her head is cocked back, As if she died. She says, Cinnamon rolls are fine, Beige aside. Change, paper kites, Beyond lime green basement lights, Confirmation of rights. Like what a child encased in white, Could possibly look like? Red, less waste of time.
Gord
2024-10-15 08:59 pm
Red, rabbit owner. Filler of the holes, Horror, else. Where do rabbits run? Back to holes themselves... Answers of importance Over Hammond organs, Hare, over tortoise. Whether or not, She understood my poems. Every time the rabbit runs, It ends between cardinal shoulders.
Gord
2024-07-16 01:39 am
Gold ochres, yellow turns to orange, But the yellow never changes in you, Does it? Thorn forest, there grows roses. Though tulips, begonia warn you, The world is full of your kin, Thoroughbred horses, Who rub their backs in shit. You are a squid that inks, then drinks it. I never was no poet, caged like a rabbit, Trapped, nor boxed with lines, unknowing. You are a skunk, stinks, and eat begonias. So, though two lips beg on, like au jus, You toot, toot toot, greasy after the booze. I've seen a world full of your kin: Fools... Whose blue oceans brown in pollution, Tulips by piss puddles, without allusion. You are a fun person, is my conclusion, Maybe red can change to an orange, Blue, though, can never be less blue, You can never really be a better person, Just accept yourself, I love you.
Gord
2024-03-18 02:36 am
Orange, Black, Orange, Black, The back of my tongue attacks the spoon. Then soon, a numb washes from my palette, More licorice, More orange, More, of that! Tail of my Tiger, flailing limb of a cat, Or mosaic of a war game, excited as that!
Lynn
2023-05-12 09:32 pm
Sitting outside the shop on a cloudy May afternoon, my hand scrawls on the back of a receipt a list of the aspects of myself: - the moles in morse code down the side of my face ($4.99) - the scars on my leg in bumpy braille ($12.76) - the skin covering my knuckles, shining where it has split so many times over ($29.97, sale price) - the soul filled with self-loathing, boiling, bubbling over the rim ($10.19) - my spine, doubled over and bent backward ($17.22, CLEARANCE) - the effort I put into eject all but the smallest parts of myself as a collection of trinkets, an amalgamation of dust bunnies ($0.99) I must have picked these up, absentmindedly, through my time in the shop. Where can I put these back? I didn't want them. Why did I pay for them, pulling out my wallet in a daze? I never knew they existed. I must have entered a girl and left a much older woman. How long was I standing underneath the humming lights? I crumple up the scratch paper and toss it in the bin as the sun waves from the overcast.
Gord
2023-05-08 03:15 am
If I could, I would take my grey for your gray, My grave for your grave, but in the end I will fail. Take my blade and slay your beasts, hero. Even if all you see are beasts and famous people, Not beings from which you take a piece. In fear we never speak, like ancient egypt, People change, things remain the same for me. You aspire for some greater freedom, Perhaps, from up there you can label people, Teach them who should be sold as slaves. Maybe you can take those taken pieces, Build back the things you took from me. Gain more favour and speak loquacious, But gone are the days where you heard me speak, Gone are the days of our walks on the beach, Because even long ago I was but memories. Things have changed, besides the people, Weight and age mostly, But when I see your face, You want an escape, I can see it. A smile that lies on its face, But your heart plain as day. Rather than three hours too soon, One minute late
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