Drew I said
it’s weird the wider
it gets the more
wired I get
Why don’t we rid
ourselves of it before
Dr Wie
comes around
I’m werid the
wride may get


A little bit of nonsense.



Saturday sunshine,
madness on the roads.
Sleepy drunks,
recovering drunks,
drowsy drunks,
weaving this way and that.

Cell phones stuck to earnest ears,
changing lanes
like changing gears…

“Yeah, yeah, you don’t say…”

“Oh shit! I just hit
another car!”

And there you are.
Couldn’t wait,
could you.

For what?
A quickly scribbled shopping list?
An inane call to your buddy?

Every Saturday,
every Sunday;
Monday too.

Still drunk,
still driving…

Are you?


I wrote this a few years ago when I was living in Newfoundland.

Writing Sucks

Waiting for inspiration to strike
Requires a lot of patience and immobility
In place of actual work, or so it seems
To me. For
If writing does depend on that flash of genius,
Nothing is happening here. I
Guess it’s more a matter of perspiration that
Success arises from; not the often mis-
Understood flash of brilliance that
Comes upon a person like lightning, but rather the
Knowledge that no work equals no writing equals no
Success. Simple, eh?

Slowly Going Crazy

slowly going crazy
not like a fox
more a box of frogs
bouncing off the walls

sit down
stand up
sit down again
stand up
walk a bit
sit back down

watch TV?
as if the dozens of hours this week
weren’t enough

a movie?
my attention span has shrunk
to that of a goldfish’s memory

three novels in four days
is about as much as I can manage

alas not an option
Oh I wish

now there’s an idea

at least my
penthouse eyrie
is cool
literally and figuratively
on the hottest day
of the year

life is good
but I am
slowly going crazy

or am I




A Man

I don’t watch football
Or tinker with cars
I don’t play a sport
Or hang around in bars

I don’t fight or
Have anything to prove
And if I get in someone’s way
I’ll more often than not move

I know I’m not brash nor
Do I play to the crowd
And I don’t flash the cash
Or have to be loud

I do however
Treat people with respect
And truly believe that what you
Give is what you get

I like being ‘nice’ and
I try to be kind
And I believe in being positive
in action and in mind

Not your typical ‘man’
I have often been told
Definitely not macho and
Often not bold

But promises I keep
And confidences too
And to my friends
I’ll always be true

And if I love you
It will be forever
No matter the hardships
For worse and for better

I can cook
I can sew
I can look after myself
I’m secure in my masculinity
My experiences, a storehouse of wealth

Yes I’m quiet
And introverted at times
I feel no need to constantly reveal
Whatever’s on my mind

I have endured bad times
I have enjoyed good times
I have faced many fears
And on occasion been reduced to tears

If I truly love you
I will give my all
And when life tries to bend me
I will always stand tall

Yes, I’m a man
But I’ve nothing to prove
No need for swagger
No alpha status to lose

Look beneath the surface
See what’s inside
You’ll certainly get
One hell of a ride

And if you reject me
For a generic plaster cast mould
You’ll never discover that inside is cast
a heart of pure gold