The precipice has walls Decorated to an abundance With murals of unimaginable history Which chance has yet to write. To dream of dreams yet underrate When reality is morose and ignored Postpones everything but my imagination And cures the mundane routines. So like a heart on my sleeve The catchphrase of my life, Broken and … Continue reading The Catchphrase On My Sleeve
Where I live
I’d sit at my desk My black cork bulletin board covered with dated notes I found impossible to remember I’d sit in my easy chair My natural white pine bookshelves adorned with living volumes I found endlessly enthusiastic. I’d sit on my carpet My fish filled aquarium surrounded with fingerprinted glass, I found watching me. … Continue reading Where I live
Old News
If the news isn’t the news anymore What do you call it? The names change, but The actions are always the same. Isn’t that plagiarism? This one dies That one dies It gets in the news And everybody sues. When did they decide to place The obituaries on the front page of the newspaper? The … Continue reading Old News
I see a wool hat over my coffee
There he sits, wool hat Smoking a cigarette Between index and fuck finger. The hat, like the one an old fisherman might wear. Funny, he looks a bit like Harvey Keitel, the actor, But he doesn’t seem to share his sense of humour … irony? by M. Perron (Originally written January 18, 1993) Notes: Hmmm... … Continue reading I see a wool hat over my coffee
Hunger
I’m Hungry Obsessions, It is indicative of the fact that I cannot Maintain my concentration Look at those legs Look at those tits Look at those eyes Look at that mouth, lips! How impersonal my needs are, When the hormone argues the intellect cowers. by M. Perron (Originally written January 20, 1993) Notes: Sorry, I … Continue reading Hunger
Christmas Music & Cigars
Did you ever try To figure out why Some things make you happy and sad at the same time? Like kids tumbling around in fluffy, fresh snow. Like the puffing out of the engine on a toy train. At some point, both will smell bad. Christmas muzak, cigars and smelly old memoirs. by M. Perron … Continue reading Christmas Music & Cigars
I saw a little old lady
I saw a little old lady She walked by me on her way To the ashtray she picked up She turned and smiled A greater smile When I smiled at her In that instant we spoke Our eyes spoke the truth Of simple pleasures That bring the most contentment. by M. Perron (Originally written January … Continue reading I saw a little old lady
Smile
I passed an old lady on my way I smiled at her She gummed a smile at me. I saw her weary wrinkles soften for an instant. A smile is sometimes the most beautiful gift of the day. by M. Perron (Originally written February 24, 1993) Notes: Is it just me, or did I write … Continue reading Smile
IT
It shone, and shone, and shone, The pale pate of the janitor. The stylish rag hanging out of his back pocket moved slightly as he talked. His conversation couldn’t have been of garbage. Could it? It seemed an involved topic for he leaned on the table of the man he confronted. Whatever, How does it … Continue reading IT
Oh, that stylish hat!
What was he counting? Change from the coffee he bought? The numbers of his medicare card? Some hope inspiring loto ticket? I don’t know. Did he chose his pants? They are of a greenish colour that dirt does not really show up on. Or does he just like the way they look with his taupe … Continue reading Oh, that stylish hat!
The New Renaissance Mindset 