The roof cactus is so stubborn
It sticks and it is so glued
To the dust rotten bird pooped concrete
It has turned into some sort of soil substance
Just to feed the roots of this stubborn cactus
The moss is at its ddorway
The first weed seeds opening
In stern competition
Alas the roots of the cactus
Eat the sooty remains that appear as dirt
Even the moss is struggling to cling to rooftiles
Fine and narrow attempting to exist on the building flimsy edges
Amongst the tight village i went looking for a place to rest my head
There was nowhere
No house was open to me
No available free space
The alleys just echoed NO
And so i kept walking like a body with no soul
Just a man who hadnt slept
And couldn't find a bed
The alleys were so narrow my shoulders hardly fit
I was not welcome here either
Slight relief at their conserted rejection of me
I walked up to the manor where they let me in
But tomorrow I would probably forget where I lived again
Just to see who would let me in
They were rehearsing dance
and setting up food stalls
Dressed in trendy rags and leotards
Half alternative but not quite letting go
Of the predictable
They started frying sausages and cut the grass
Before the inevitable 2 oclock rain
Pitching tents and telling themselves it would be a good turnout
Reminding friends they had no choice but to come
Guilt tripping family
Rock and roll tshirts from nineties grunge
cheap beer and syrup based juice
What does a person seek here at all
A cultural spectacle
that acts within the bounds of the pre expected
I left the university at three thirty in the afternoon
The day had grown pitch black except for some strange shafts of sunlight
Piercing through the dark cloud down on an angle warming me
When I shouldnt be able to feel any warmth
The day became ever darker the few beams blessing my day of study
Then they too disappeared and the northwind would dominate
And storms would come down and reak havoc upon Canada
I had to get to my afternoon classes
Threats from the south beat on the windshields of snow ploughs
The few shards of light seem to be coming from the distance
Not where the midday sun should be in the sky
Those shards started to burn and intensify
The eagle and the slug
And then God said fly
And so the eagle flew
In my mind it was vision
On my arm a tattoo
He said to the slug slime
And so the slug slimed
originally an amoeba
It was a symbol of laziness
Slow movement
Sluggishness
The slug turned it's head upward
"Why do you get all the glory?"
The eagle looked down
The slug continued
"You can fly around and kill anything from the air,
What an unfair advantage!"
"I fail at getting my prey or food more than you slug"
The slug unsatisfied turned its head up once more
"Why don't you eat me?"
The eagle looked down with piercing eyes
"Your slime contains parasites that can kill me or any other animal"
The slug moved on slowly blushing through the slime
I opened the veil
To greet the old twins
they saw I was a ghost
both were horrified
Because I entered reality
Next to the street post
They witnessed me pouring through
They comforted each other
The waxing crescent glowing across my face
I haunt the streets after dark
Letting the shadows mold me
The night my life force battery
I'm a silly bear with nuthin but stuffin
When i get hot I go about cussin
Life is about the fine print
So I've become fussy
I'm a silly bear I've sweat the small stuff
complained the world was not fair and life rough
And prayed that what i had would be enough
but nothing would suffice I laughed
