Poem: Sandstone

Sense is a feeling a touch
A memory you know yet forgot
you sense and logic great weaves and webs
who will they save when tempest hurls you off the ledge?
None but the readers
- Peter

Poem: A Myriad Of Monotomy

Come find
come take
come see
come make
come do
come love
come grow
come take responsibility once more
come raise
come work
come help
come greave
come leave
come lose
come see all you lost
..
come think?
Never.

Poem: Salty

Cracker oh cracker
My bittersweet delight
Hunger you save me
But thirst make my blight
I am wanting and watching and savouring abound
Yet continually tell myself
Your crunch, make no sound.
A traveller's best partner
Is nourish and taste
But my ration will forever contain you
In memory or bag
The taste of you against my lips
Of course, merely a 'cracker'
- Peter

Poem: Stones

Dynamite Jack they name him
A man of gold and crestfallen lillies
The ashen face unforgiving
to the ant's willful trapping
Forwhence forwhence
another foglight shines
our stones will be used once more
Temporary warmth your feet do kiss
To the stone mat of our store.
- Peter

Poem: Untitled 2

This ink
Is the rocksalt in the redneck's shotgun
Not the fine thread those 3 have spun
And they then stuck on papyrus
- Peter

Poem: A Science"

You try to take to see the picture on the box,
By taking my pieces and building your own
Then describing the image to me.
You: Science
I question you
-Peter

Poem: A Conversation at a Bar

You paint a thousands words
You make the old man's creases deepen and weave
as the edges of mouth come up
to show
RejoiceRemembranceReminiscenceRemorse
in their descent,
In the period I took to talk of your canvas' oil.
- Peter

Trial: F-Minor

Forthwith forbode forgiveness
For finite finality fingers phantoms and fantastic fantasies,
Forever figured and frankly a farce
from France, Falkland, and Finnish fellows far forsaken for farmers' fascitis and framers familiar flanked feelers.

Poem: The Bus Driver and the Rat

"Bramalea"
he says
I've heard
never the same
never different.
"Terror"
I hear
they've said
always the same
always different.
- Peter

Poem: Ting

The words you seek ring true,
but only at the church's hour;
the saint you built mumbles in-cohere-nce.
You see, don't you?
- Peter

Poem: Untitled 1

If you asked for the greatest
be it songbird or withered
the sirens would sing names unspoken and words unheard
than by the seed
- Peter

Poem: Hm

Does it give you comfort or pain you
that he did not end his life
so your shoulders wouldn't be weighed
with responsibility
- Peter