2009 July:

2009 April:

2009 March:

2009 February:

2009 January:

2008 December:

jack! where’s your box?
Jean-Talon?
where the cheap coloured suits say hey bella,
come amo?
you call your father?
& i say that’s none of your business, okay?

but sure,

money maker – knee breaker,

got a dollar to spare?
got a phone to use?
got a number to score?
got a box to build?
a shoe box? for a poet-man,
he’s dead but his mad creations shouldn’t be exposed to light
&
need to chant
&
smile
&
maybe play banjo & never die?