the silence between the haze.

i've seen those eyes of yours
in a vulnerable state.
still,
no one knows
how tight you held me-

an obstacle course of time
this has become.

all smiles.

i've grown accustomed to your soothing voice
and it instantly puts me in a good mood.

terrestrial arachnid.

you snap like a pet turtle
i wish i had.
it comes across vicious
like snake eyes

sharp

it always hits home.

metronome.

here's where you'll see what my heart wants to say
here's where you'll spy and found out how to play
here's where i'll force a rhyme, if need be
here's where i'll set fire to resemble free.

patience.

i keep looking at your picture.

that one that really turns me on.

and i keep thinking,

i can't wait, i can't wait.

squint.

the birds are chirping?

hello, new routine.

15 step.

the swaying hand moves i make to this song
bring me back to some time
where my hazy heart was vacant.

it's a special place he'd thought he'd always hold.
regrettably
only i,
can hold my heart

someone has stepped into the limelight.
since then,
things have gone plural with him.

i wish

i wish it was the fifties
and i, elaine may.

bike diaries.

curled up in my white chair, legs crossed, my wrists pinch in discomfort from this laptop.

a monster smile is on my face.
i really like him.

this, however, is in no relation to this story:

a few weeks ago, when things were top shelf, something happened. i was riding my newly-repaired cruiser, like a champ and zipping to and from events with that moment-specific feeling... i was like a kid again, reunited with an old friend. we sang show tunes down the avenues and had the neighbors talking.

to add to that moment, i had the brilliant idea of duct-taping my ipod to my handle bars. one word- DASHBOARD. i know. you're thinking : THIS SHOULD BE INVENTED ALREADY, right? well this new creation of mine works out, for a few days, until i decide to forget it while locking up (let's say evening-ish). the next morning, while preparing for a busy day, i scramble to find my missing ipod and disregard the fact that it could possibly still be out there.

when i stepped outside, i saw my ipod, untouched. earphones dangling and all.
we're talking 8:30am, bright and sunny bloor street, baby.
i considered it a sign from above.
good karma, for sure.

here's the funny.

this evening, while attempting to depart for yet another comedy show, my hand quickly slipped off my right handle bar. someone had decided to slip a condom on it. at first, "clever" came to mind, but then "revenge" also.

who was out to get me? am i really a bike cop?

oh toronto. you amaze me.