John-Ward Leighton

SUNDAY, BLOODY SUNDAY

i could swear the russian army
passed by and used my mouth as a latrine
my mind is jumbled and my mood sombre
the canucks lost to the kings last night
and i fell asleep watching the chinese grand prix
an awkward slumber
and woke this morning far too early
in a snarly mood.

time to put on the kettle and
get a wake-up-for-christ-sakes coffee
and swamp out my mouth, shower, shave, shit, and shampoo
and see if there is a human being under the scum
then pack my bags for the reunion in victoria
finish writing this deathless tome
and post it like so much toxic waste
on my blog and the internet.

i have electronic noise
blasting in my ears
something to distract me from my hopes and fears
as i read the latest from the sky is falling
international media
getting the latest lies and spin
on the wars in iraq and afghanistan
where the powers that be are so in love with losing
they wouldn’t want to know how to win
besides how do you win a war on a word
it’s
as if a piece of shit wasn’t really a turd
and endlessly repeating something terribly destructive and dumb
then expecting somehow, some way,
there will be a different outcome.

this mind dump
is something not to be done in public
and be on any kind of display
even on a rainy gray and snarly
sunday, bloody sunday.