Nowhere, B.C.

Thursday, April 19, 2007

Pay t riot River

jack and jacky went
way out backy
to fetch a pale of blood.
drink your blood Benjamin
drink your blood Alice
drink your blood Nathaniel
drink your blood Emily
drink your blood Henry David
drink your blood George
drink your blood Edna
drinky it's blood Lucy
drink your blood Ralph Waldo
drink your blood Walt
drink your blood Harriet
drink you blood Babe
drink your blonde blood Norma
drink proud Yankee blood Jolting Joe
dream your blood Martin
wink your blood Mae
dew drink your blood Rose
drink your blood Betty
drink !Mel drink !Blood,
drink your blood Blanche
drink-schmink blood Woody
drink your blood Veronica
Denzel drink power blood
drink your blood Millie
drink yo blood Eddie
blood in yo serial
blood on your toast
front page blood
sports page blood
entertainment blood
contaminated blood
big dividends / blood bank
bargains on bloodstains
floods of blood
bathtubs of blood
fermenting w/lemons
26 laps butterfly
atop the coagulated blood tsunami
forty story wall of blood
blood on the bandwidth
blood on the bridge
blood filled railway cars
tanks full of blood
boatloads of blonde blood
and blonde body bags and rock bottom bombs
blue blue sky blue blue blood
broadcast blood
blood in the air
blood on the wind
blood on your breath
blood underwhere
blood blood brewski
blood in yo hood
blood in your i
drink your blood Shirley
Drink your blood Minnie
drink your blood DonaLD
drink your blood Fats
drink your blood Sammy
drink your blood Wayne
drink the bathtub dry children
drink your blood

Igor likes Eyegore likes
Clinton-Gore likes
whatsisnameGore
Tip Her Canoe and Gore2BeeOne

blood blood blood
all you need is blood
miles and miles and miles of blood

chairman Meow
bleeding
charm yow
a thousand brooms
sweeping with the sleeper
bloody flowers
sleeping with the beeper
bloody birds clucked
bloody beaks
plucked bloody feathers
bloody talons
bloody wishbones
bloody batterd drumsticks
yummy

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Hornby Island by Goh Poh Seng (for Billy Little, who shared loved spots and fond friends)

Here on the headland by Downe's Point we case dreams to rise synchronous with eagles and gulls, all make-believe, egocentric, near to fanatical, else aim true to roam deep with Leviathan in the ocean's mind, free from perplexities and profundities such as bind the scheduled self Here is the arbutus grove whose trunks and branches tighten like nerves, twisted witnesses, victims of shapely winds which blow in always unseen, sweet from the south or coming cold from the north, from every direction the prevailing force of nature Wish I could emulate the arbutus slough off my thin skin as easily as these natives trees their bark from abrasion, disdain or design, unveiling the bare beauty of strong, hard wood beneath Over on Fossil Bay the rot of herring roe strewn amongst broken clam shells, dead crabs on dirty grey sand, exposed bedrock, thickened the morning air, but gave no cause for bereavement: these millions of botched birthings! And none also for the Salish, no open lamentation for a race almost obliterated without trace from their native habitat save a few totems, some evidences of middens, a score of petroglyphs of their guardian spirits carved a thousand years ago on smooth flat rock by the shore, of killer whales, Leviathans again, to guide their hunts, the destiny of their tribe. Having retraced them gently with finger tips, they now guide mine.