I Am

I am not a woman,
not a little girl.
I am not a hipster,
and not mainstream enough to know what that means.
I am not a pirate,
though constantly marooned in ocean dreams
and waving goodbye.
I am not a Bible thumper,
just ask me about the King and you'll find out how unobsessed I am.
Were I a nerd, which I am not, I would most definitely be a writer,
which I am most certainly not.
I am not messy,
though if I were, I wouldn't care.
I am not prideful, and I know it.
I am not addicted. I could stop any time I wanted,
but I'd have to cough up a fee for that.
I don't know what I am,
if simply
Unlabeled. 

Hands All Over

This is definitely
not what you think it is.
You think
I have some hidden motive behind the words,
and I do,
but it is opposite to what you think.
You think it's love,
but it's genuine.
You think it's dirty,
but it's just a coating.
Your mind says, "she's a liar,"
and I say, "yeah, that's probably true."
If you think, "naiive."
My words imply wisdom.
Don't look into the bottom, backside, or behind of the whole thing,
just love it.
And yes, I know how that sounded,
I just wasn't listening.

Only XX

Back of a pick-up truck
for our own little drive-in, we're livin'
on half tanks of gas and full tanks of student loans
well you betcha our car won't run
and it's missing side mirrors and funky steerers,
but at least we know it's our own.

Yeah, in our town
we all know someone famous, someone big
with Vancouver next door
There's so much more
than we could ever know
so we just gotta get outta this town

Oh, that I could be 20 forever,
cuz you know we'd share this moment together,
just doing whatever
we feel like
in the middle of the summer night
illuminated by cell-phone light,
forever, we know

the smell of home is a bit
of veggie-eaters, gangsters and Bible readers,
corn stalks, cow plops and chronic crops,
Yeah, Chilli's wacked
but we kinda like it that way.

There's a band by our name,
but I doubt they've ever been here.
There's a hundred mountains to climb
a hundred things I could rhyme
about this little town,
but with Church goin' down,
I'd best be on my way.

Hope you enjoyed the diddy about my Chilliwack.
It ain't that dutch, so I guess it ain't that much,
but it's all I got at 12:48 am.

Hello, Half Moon.

Hello, half moon dreaming!
Can you do a little favor
for a lonely soul like me?

Send a little dream my way
to help me sleep at night
where I finish the story before I wake?
For I long to know the ending of
the carousel called Life,
and the wisdom of the ages resides in your dust.

From Up Here

Something brown beneath white ripples
that I can't quite see from here -
something underneath those ripples
provokes unendingly curious leer.

Maybe beneath those rippes
lies a truth not yet unearthed,
but were I to pull the curtain back
it should be a connection birth.

Rippled, that ocean lies,
pushed by the wind, not yet by fate,
perhaps a frequent flyer will flow
the tides - untermined dates.

Triangles

Triangles
perhaps are not the
strongest,
for the points pierce
the score-boards
and pull your game-face
down.

Tri Angles
are never the same
for one story.
All sides have a point,
where the point should not
take sides.

Try angles,
solve the problem,
or square off in a heart
wrenching circle
of lie-nes and projects,
Sept,
Ah,
then you're
Gone.