dusty words, sittin' on a shelf.

reading old blogs of mine.
and i'm thinking wow, i used to be able to put together
a decent little verse.
but i'm also remembering how goddamn good i felt,
when your little love notes,
were written for no one but me.

it's a pretty addictive way to feel.

red on white

so, one hundred forty-two years ago,
this little place i like to call
canada was founded.
one hundred forty-two, that deserves one hell
of a birthday.
i say we party.