As the Sun Sets on English Bay
Uncertainty
Transition
The thrill and the threat of love
Damage
Wreckage
Bruising of the heart’s soft flesh
My true path
The true vine
Leads me to a different
Kind of uncertainty
The kind that fails to
Tie my wings behind my heart
Unconditional freedom
Hangs elusively
Over English Bay
Where my future severed spirit
Feels whole
And feels dangerously alive
God is Gracious, My Friend
God is gracious, my friend
and I am persuaded
You are the angel to prove it
The lamb to embody it
A lone voice among the choir
A lone rose amidst the garden
Your spirit grand and spacious
Waving a merciful hand
A spirit calming like water
Bursting like fire
Brimming with wonder
Becoming
In God’s nurturing, the child
of a mime could be
A soprano most angelic
A deluge of melody
From this power, the daughter
of the world’s worst gardener
Could spring up and become
The finest rose to admire
Undersea
I had the strangest dream last night
we were making out
but we both had toothpaste in our mouths
bubbling up like sea foam everywhere
oddly sensual, repulsive to some
point is
we were together once more
like we'd never been before
and we'll never be again
unless another sweet, salty dream
further proves love is
strange on land
and also undersea
I Live Above the Boiler Room
I live above the boiler room
The intermittent, mildly thunderous rumble
Strangely soothes me
Fire in the belly of the building I live in
Core of the heart of the skeletal structure within
Reminds me to try not to forget
To storm the gates of the docile
The indifferent, the passive
To embrace the recklessness
Of this undernourished spirit
The rambunctiousness
Of this unsupervised wit
And yes, to fuel the fire
To take the road of Frost
Less traveled by, the path that begs
The legs to run, the head to spin, and the heart to race
Rumi whispers, mischievously, from the embers:
‘Run from what is comfortable,
Live where you fear to live’
Thirteenth century wisdom lingers
I live above the boiler room
The warm wooden floor below me shivers
Restless ghosts of future fervor
Nestle into the boiler’s rhythm, and I am
awake
Ether Fields (for Elisa Lam)
Through the ether fields
Elevator aliens
Cecil-haunted halls
Ramirez-clouded lens
To the top she goes
No witnesses, no pills
Seeking water’s womb
Spirits call her home
Have you been drowning in this all along?
Truth Serum Green Tea
Within a wordless, ferocious
Exquisitely awkward
Pause
In conversation
The reckless and precise
Embrace of their eyes
Told a story yet unlived, vivid still
In the veins and in the will
And after hours of seemingly
Idle
Chatter, and endless cups
Of truth serum green tea
She said she was drunk from
nothing
But the day to live
The moment to be