8 August 2018

On Canada Day



I liked
It better
Before
Canada Day,

Like all Days,
Became such
A
Big thing.

When

Canada Day
Was a fire,
A hot dog and
A stick.






5 August 2018

Effort



For the past while I have been sharing myself with FB. It is fun to do. However, even more like a radio broadcast than the Free Service I here provide, my FB posts disappear into Nik Turner’s mescaline universe faster than a punk rock 45.

Good thing too, I thought this morning, as I looked over my output thus far compiled on the FB machine. Load of crap it is except for a few 13 line poems I am fond of (and will soon reproduce here) and a couple stories I may one day transfer to this platform.

Takes more effort to come up with a bit of writing good enough to publish here. Effort, even mistaken effort, being, of course, sort of important when one undertakes any creative challenge.

4 August 2018

On My Face



I
Was
Woke
Up

In
The
Night
By

A

Spider
On
My
Face.

22 July 2018

1976 Forever Forever 1976




Jimi was by.
We listened to
The Ramones’
“Live at the Roxy.”

1976.

Then we listened to the new DOA
Record “Fight Back” loud enough
To disturb the neighbours
We had not yet disturbed.

We talked about Stubby and
All the dead motherfucking
Punks we had known or admired
Amazed we too had not expired.






24 June 2018

October 17, 2018



On October 17th, 2018 cannabis will be freed. Makes me more proud to be a Canadian since we pushed the Russians back in 1972. Oh, cannabis could be more freed than it will be. “A little grass never hurt anybody,” as my first booming grounds chargehand once advised me. That, I should think, will happen in time. Took 25 plus years since the renewed legalization movement began its offensive so I would be surprised that will happen soon. Changing Canadian government policy takes more patience than waiting for a mummy to shit in its wrap.

For example, an individual ought be able to possess much more than an ounce of cannabis. If any one Jim Pattison of the world wants to entertain a yacht load of guests they should be permitted to provide at least a pound of the best for their guests to dig into. No harm, no foul, after all and it is not like they are not going to do so, illegally, any way.

10 June 2018

Instinctive Forethought



When I was little,
Really little,
In the days
Of the six team NHL,

I chose
The team
I would support
Until the day I die.

The team was not
From fucking Ontario.
That, my friends,
Is known as

Instinctive forethought.

3 June 2018

Game On



Should Ontario shift from the fucking Liberals to the NDP it has far reaching implications for Canada. For if Ontario were to perform a similar shift in a federal election the game will be on.

27 May 2018

The Hook



I was standing on the corner waiting for the red hand to turn into the white man. In the lane across from me a driver for Aggressive Towing was impatiently waiting for another vehicle ahead of him patiently waiting herself to turn left towards the awaiting freedom of the highway. The tow truck’s windows were rolled all the way down as few cars windows are any more in our very nearly cigaretteless Utopia.

“What the motherfucking fuck are you waiting for you fat cunt cocksucking two bit double penetrated she male whore?”

Guess he was not having a great day. Made me happier than ever I am not among the demented army of drivers providing the transportation necessary to keep our society supplied with its every need and a hook for every breakdown.





13 May 2018

Ghost Cold Nose



I was awoke
By the ghost
Cold nose of
My last dog

Early this morning.
I took her
To the nearby
Woods to visit

Her friends, the
Ghosts of the homeless
Who once lived there.
It was the best morning

Of the the year thus far.





11 May 2018

Dope City Top 30

Let’s have a go at formative albums shall we?

1. Deep Purple’s “Machine Head.” First album I bought. Still love it. Fuck you.

2. Lou Reed’s “Berlin.” My introduction to my favourite songwriter.

3. Humble Pie’s “Rockin’ the Fillmore.” My first live album. Few, if any, are better.

4. Slade's “Alive.” My second live album. Louder than amplified whale shit. Also my first rock show.

4. Status Quo’s “Quo.” First album buy from the band that were my favourites until The Pistols.

5. Black Sabbath’s entire catalogue. No explanation necessary.

6. Rush’s first album. Best cover ever.

7. Bang’s first album. Too fucking heavy. Cover similar to Rush’s.

8. Heart’s entire catalogue just because they played my high school.

9. Led Zeppelin’s entire catalogue. Best Heart cover band ever.

10. Sweeney Todd’s first album. Delta Rec Centre show.

11. Almost forgot The Who. “I Can See For Miles.”

12. John Cale’s “Slow Dazzle.” Still think Anne Murray should have sung “Dirty Ass Rock ‘n’ Roll.”

That gets me to the end of Grade 11. When I went to England for a year.

13. Eddie and the Hot Rods first three albums. Two of the best rock shows ever

14. Stranglers first several records. At least four killer rock shows.

15. The Velvet Underground.

16. Groundhogs.

17. Pink Fairies.

18. Hawkwind/Motorhead. Same bill Slough Fulcrum. All their records.

19. Television’s first two albums. Blondie backing them up in London. Whole crowd sing along to Pistols’ “God Save The Queen.”

20. “Never Mind the Bollocks.” Greatest album ever - by far.

21. Ramones.

Meanwhile back in Canada.

22. DOA.

23. Subhumans.

24. Black Flag.

25. Avengers.

26. Dils

27. Dead Kennedy’s.

28. UK Subs. Commodore show ‘82 - best rock show ever - by far.

29. Almost forgot Sparkling Apple.

30. Drive By Truckers’ every last minute.

Honourable mentions for another date. Long live rock ‘n’ roll!